A Theatre of Worlds
Chapter I
"Memoirs from the Occident"
Prologue
It's been 7 years, 7 long years of the remnants of a once proud and free humanity living akin to birds in a cage.
And the end of the 16 year long bloodshed and arguably the most important conflict in the history of humanity, What the international community of our world refers to as the "Interstellar Reckoning"
And following that the "Concord of Rejuvenation" which saw the ousting, mass-trials and "disposals" of high ranking military and administrative officials of various nations aswell as the promise of an "Era of Eternal Peace, Tranquility, Prosperity for Humanity"
And the installion of weak willed, vain and or traitorous filth to rule over the war torn, fatigued and sorrowful populace and to serve the interests of our new interstellar "overlords".
In a way...it isn't very different from what i've been taught in my youth during my studies on history, altough in my blissful ignorance and naievete of way back yonder, I couldn't fathom that in my lifetime, I would experience it in all it's wretchedness, 16 years of it infact.
In this moment of writing this letter, i'll be undertaking the greatest gamble of my life. For if I meet success in this. A Dawn of the End of Humanity's enslavement and the igniting of a new flame of hope will have it's place in this Theatre of Worlds.
To whom this letter reaches, I have succeeded.
To Ascalon, you fly. Dove.
