Prologue
The year is 2952, a solar flare hit our planet causing all technology to be disabled and humanity to go into hiding from the irradiation of our planet, all that have not sought out shelter from the gamma radiation are dead. For years we were underground surviving off rations we had brought and animals that survived. Until the year 2974, the first of many survivors went above ground including me, your grandfather.
The war between us and the aliens called the Gistiah has gone on for a couple years now, after we had found out they colonized the planet under our absence. A human, by the name of Marcus Fellows spotted one of the extraterrestrial beings and attacked it, it was stunned and did nothing while he slashed it with his knife. War ... war was certain when the first drop of blood hit the soil of our scorched planet.
Now kingdoms have risen from the ashes the once "United States of America," now the Kingdom of Yerite and other such kingdoms exist. The technology was gone and the aliens had none with them either, space faring beings with nothing but sword and shield. It was centuries ago when people held not weapons of mass destruction and not weapons of intense power but a blade. Now, we hold that same one-handed physical power as they once did.
Hundreds of years later, we are living in the same conditions as they were. No more firearms and no more computers to guide us through life, we are now in the "Dark Age" for all of mankind. I am writing this to you, because war, this war is unwinnable and peace must be found before more blood is spilled. You may be asking why me and the answer to that is simple this war has just begun no one has the foresight to see the following bloodshed as I do. When enough time has passed and enough people slaughtered, people will seek a new beginning, one of peace with human and alien alike.