It never officially ended. The lives of people, dead and alive were
forever scarred from the effect of the Blood War. There were women
without husbands, men without wives, and children without parents.
The war had left people empty and had made sure no one had been left
unscathed. Even those who had somehow avoided the fighting, the
memory of the war left them screaming and shaking hoping that someone
would control. This is why A.C 195 began and why A.C 201
began to etch itself in memory.
Because of its profound effect on the lives of people, those with
high ranks began to think that if they asserted control someway,
nothing like this would happen again. Chaos erupted from Chaos
and those who thought they could hide were caught in their own
web of misery.
Let us take a journey back when one group of people, isolated
and rejected from a world that they shaped directly out of their
own hands. Let us take a journey back and delve into the minds
of the Untouchables.
The darkness of our history is finally revealed.
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Les Fardeaux de Véritè
An Introspect into the Lives of the Forgotten
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No one ever forgets the fast. We are born with it, we live with it, and
we die with it. Life is made to be a cycle, a circle and so we always end
up where we started. I was six years old when I first entered the camp
in Rome. They had burned my village and executed all the men leaving
women and children with no home and no means of protecting ourselves,
including my mother and myself. They separated women in one group
and sent them off to the Swiss and took the children to Rome. That was
the only time I ever saw my mother cry. She had always been a happy
person. Papa when he use to tell me stories before bed, told me that her
smile had been so blinding that he knew she had to be his. The separation
burns in my memory forever.
I had been to Rome a couple times, my parents had made it a monthly
trip to go and sell the wines we made at the yard. Rome was always
beautiful, people walking around basking in the warm sun or visiting
the ruins of a glorious past. Rome was beautiful, it was home to all Italy,
a reminder of the edge of superiority we'd always have over the rest of
the world.
It was raining when we came to Rome and misery was even closer
to our hearts.
I was raised to be a good Catholic, my village taking great pride in
the fact that its children could read Scripture without flaw and put
their full faith into something they were not old enough to
understand. I fell into darkness in Rome. I prayed and I cried, then
prayed some more. But nothing ever happened and I continued to
suffer in silence at the hands of the cruel Society. I had no choice,
but to suffer. I lost my faith in God in that place where people soon
learned that even killing yourself wasn't an escape.
I don't regret my life in the camp. I met some of the most wonderful
people amidst the suffering or the punishing as the Society deemed.
Harrington had seem to find fault only among those who helped build
society. The doctors, the lawyers, the teachers, they were all there
behind the gates of hell. He also targeted children, for we were the
future and we carried its prospect on our shoulders.
I am an Untouchable.
Separated from others by a group of tattooed numbers on my right
wrist, I have embraced the past for I have learned that life is
unexpected and that one should be prepared for whatever is put up
as a block.
I am an Untouchable.
I find no shame in the concept at all. So now as I watch the television
blare the news of Senator Larson's declaration of war, I cannot help
but wonder…
Will I be joining my parents wherever they are?
**
I was stationed in the Balkans when the war first started to take its ugly
course. I was sixteen and excited at the aspect of any action. We were
told that this war was going to be over as soon as it started. They were
calling Easter the designated time that we'd be home. I was proud to be
there, to serve Mother Russia in her finest army. I kept thinking whom
happy my father was to have a son in the army. He had served the
Peacecraft reign for years stationed in places like London and Paris. He
lived in luxury as Captain of the army, but had to flee with my mother
when the Alliance destroyed their reign of prosperity. People, my father
used to tell me. People used be happy.
I think my father saw his revenge in me. Like I was some avenging angel
born to rewrite the wrongs that had been done against him. But I went
and was left in the Balkans waiting for my orders to go kick Society ass.
We as humans, especially in our younger years glorifying war. It thrills us, the
very essence of dying for someone we could call our brother. But we soon
learned, like any other soldier that war burned. It imprinted itself onto our
very skin. We were scared and scathed. Our lives, our memories forever
broken. That was the impact the Blood War left on us.
The very mention of the Blood War sends shivers down my spine. My wife,
my Katrina, good bless her heart knows not to even to mention the past. I
know there is a time where I should embrace my past, but I still can't bring
myself to carry it out.
I'm sitting in the rocking chair my father-in-law made for me as a wedding
present. He said that one-day it would be useful. He was right and as I sit
here I smile. It's amazing after years of fighting my inner demons; I can
still smile. The only other time I've smiled was when my son was born.
Thank God he's still too young for the draft.
I'm worried about the younger generation. The holes they left in from the
previous wars gave Larson the opportunity to come into the spotlight. He
has the same look in his eyes, as did Harrington when he was standing in
the same position many years ago. I fear that the carelessness of the younger
generation will get us all killed.
I worry for my son and my wife. I do not want them to suffer because of
a past I have yet to embrace. This war brewing in the air will etch itself
into the minds of people. I can feel it in my body, along with bitterness
and suppressed anger.
Knowledge is infinite sadness.
They're not going to know what hit them.
**
There's a quote in Proverbs that my brother said to once. We were in the
camp in Jerusalem. For me I was beginning to lose hope. Our family had
been murdered and we had no home. We were no being forced to built
Mobile Suits for a man who promised us liberation, only to find out that
like the Alliance he was merely taunting us.
Every word of God is tested. [1]
For my brother being in the situation we were in was a test of faith. Would
we lose our trust in the Holy Father because of one man who thought he
would rewrite all wrongs? I was too young to understand, but the older I
became and the more time I spent in that damn hell hole I thought my
eldest brother was full of shit.
Evan, I just want you to know how wrong I was.
You put yourself in the hands of this God of yours and never wavered
when those arrogant bastards tried to test you. Your strength Evan is
something I'll never be able to live up to.
Senator Larson, I hope you realize what you are leading us into. There is
no purpose behind your drive, but alas your call will drive someone into
temptation. My dear Senator, I lost my faith back when Harrington began
his own soulless drive like yourself. To his day there is still a part of me
that regrets renouncing the faith that I was born into. Yet, I understand
life as it perceives itself. I regret nothing because of that.
I pity you, Senator.
I pity the fact that you might not understand until it's too late.
**
Dear Mother,
It will be around this time that you shall here Senator Larson's
declaration of war against the Earth and the Colonies. Fear not,
my dear Mother for I am safe and in hiding. I wait earnestly for
more news on the present situation. I hope that I am called to
fight soon, for if I am meant to die at least I will die nobly. The
night is dark and people in the town live in fear that we too
might be attack. All ready cities like Rio de Janeiro and Stuttgart
have been left dead and dry.
Mother, fear not for me as you read this. We found each other
after each bout of conflict and I am sure if I am granted survival,
we will be together once more. Do not disregard your safety, I
wish to see you alive and well after this.
I know I am separated from the rest of humanity because of
this mark on my right wrist. I know I also have a chance of
being found because of this symbol, but I understand I must
follow what fate has in store for me.
Fair Mother, I wish you the best of health. If I am not to see you,
please do not mourn me. My death will not be in vain.
I am an Untouchable.
Give my love to everyone,
Daniel
**
The human psyche is a fragile concept. Any form of being
threatened, it reacts almost violently hoping to protect
itself from total self-destruction. In A.C 188, General Paul
Harrington a tactics mastermind manage to break the
psyches of almost a million living, breathing people. Those
who had died manage to escape the possibility of having to
have to deal with the prospect if they survived. But those
who did survive remain forever shadowed by a past that to
this day still sends chills down the spines of people.
The brewing war has the potential to do damage.
Those who have been hiding their feelings since the end of the
Blood War need to step into the open. Because the present
leadership will fall and then both the Colonies and the Earth
will be subjected to darkness neither will be able to handle.
We need to accept the burdens of truth.
Because failure is not an option.
Not this time.
**
[1] Quoted out of Proverbs 30:5 for those of you who are curious. Cool quote, huh?
**
Go on to the next part. This isn't just it. This is a prelude in away,
but in the sense that your being introduce to the type of people
that they are going to meet through out the second book.
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