Disclaimer No.1:

It is here that I disclaim Threads of Fate. Its owner doesn't run in my family, so thus, I've no claim at all.

Disclaimer No.2:

In which I disclaim Sci-fi things. As in, other planets. I own no planet, and thus I can't say Eos is mine.

Disclaimer No.3:

I now disclaim the idea of making re-makes of the game Threads of Fate. Have you noticed, of all the games, how this one gets so many re-writes?

Disclaimer No.4:

The final disclaimer. Here, I disclaim any ownership of the Lunar Trinity characters. They belong to my friend, actually.

Note:

(sigh) I'm just insulting Bush's W.o.T. now... To the other Americans of the site, I'm sorry. It's just: I'm super annoyed at how things are going today. And I blame it on Bush. So, this is kinda like political satire, but...what the hell. I write that a lot, trust me. This prologue is short, sorry.

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Dew Light of Eos

Prologue:

History

It is the year 3000. The galaxy had changed a great deal since the last millennia. More than one could ever imagine, truthfully.

It all started in the year 2001. During the American presidency of Gorge W. Bush. The country was attacked, leading to a war which was clear from the start, would never end. Four years later, the next president came along. Still, the idea of a "War on Terror" was working so well, it continued. And never stopped. By the year 2006, it was a real battle. It lasted for thirty-seven years. It finally ended, in the year 2043. Still, the problem was not resolved. Only three years later, 2046, the problem was finally admitted after forty years. It wasn't Iraq, the enemy was Saudi-Arabia. Now, a new war began. Against the whole middle-east. It was the record of the largest buying of Alaskan Oil in history, but only for a time.

It was a time of conquest. The US took it over, followed by all of Asia. Finally, the megalomaniacy of the country took over. They conquered Britain, and the rest of the whole planet. (...and political correctness reigned supreme...) Leading to, in the year 2357, expelling al Non-Americans from the planet. This leads to the question, weren't all Americans? No. America was the center of the world, and ruled all, but the people bared their own country's name.

Now, as everyone knows, war breeds new technology. People extended their reach to the far corners of the galaxy, enabling them to do this. Still, none wanted to leave Earth, really. When they were expelled, as one might guess, the rest of the world hated Americans more than ever.

It was in the year 2578 when it happened. For ten years, Earthlings had been doing a certain type of work. It was called "Project Ambrosia". It was technically dealing with necromancy, the idea of forming a pathway to the Dead. Unfortunately, (or perhaps fortunately) it had a deadly effect. Somehow, toxic fumes came, destroying all that was in it's way. But to all, there is a solution.

Two people, Nun and Diviarus Aeon. They devised a plan, to create an improved race of people to survive the cloud. The plan worked, these "Super humans" were called, after the creators, the new race of the Aeons. (Why there is no such thing as "Americans" in the game).

Later, these Aeons had more. It stopped eventually, the enhancements, I mean. But, like all improvements, it ran in the blood. The Aeon children left Earth, and settled on planets, some which were already occupied by the people their ancestors had banished long ago.

Still, the American vanity was in the blood as well. Like the plebeians and patricians, these Aeons demanded respect, later, to be worshipped by all others as gods.

This is the world as it is today. In the year 3000, living upon the planet Eos.

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I'm really sorry that this chapter was...well...bad. Please Review anyway. Call me a bad American, anything! I just like feed-back! So...thank you to the LT for use of characters, and thank you to all the authors out there that inspired me to write a fic of my own! Signing out.