Prologue
My name is 16, and that's the most I know about myself. Who exactly I am. Well, you will soon find out. My job, my age, my whereabouts. They don't matter. In this strange world around me I know only one thing for sure. It is divided by war, one that goes on because of me.
Now I know you are wondering why, and I was never entirely sure myself. Though I kept being told I was the deciding factor. The trump card. Yet in my own eyes, I am nothing more than a commoner in a not so common situation.
But for now, allow me to tell you the first thing I remember.
Admittedly, these memories are not a lot more than hazes of sound and color. A floaty feeling, though not quite like flying. Everything around me was a tint of green with some stripes of pure purple.
And finally something, or rather someone, passing in front of me.
"promising, this project is promising."
What project where they talking about? Why is it promising, it haunts what little memories I have.
But this is the story of who I once was, and the monster I have become.
