Prequel
Entry 358:
The world changed when we made contact with other life forms. There were rebellions, revolutions, and wars. Eventually, it all led here, with treaties to four different life forms, and one common enemy. But that unity has crumbled, leaving us all vulnerable. Another battle is on the horizon, and with it, a new era.
I myself have concluded it will not be an easy feat. The war to come will draw life from those on all sides, leaving no room for neutrality. The part I have played so far has haunted my dreams, and I feel they will continue to for as long as I have left.
I can only imagine the responsibilities of those after me. But now, I am too old to fight, to stand against them. My life is coming to an end and I must pass on the secrets I have since long kept.
Today I chose my successors. Today, they’re mere strangers, without cognition of one another’s existence. I have hopes that they will exceed my expectations. Sirus continues to warn me to be realistic in my endeavors. He berates me for my stubbornness, but he should know by now, I am everything but realistic. Though it always does makes me smile when he curses me. He will help me anyway in the end. He knows well enough of what is to come, and how dire it is to prepare for the future.
The irony does not escape me. I once was a puppet, who swore to cut my strings. To never let the Masters rules again. Yet now, as I move my pawns about, the lines between morality and the fight for survival become blurred once more.
Anger and death will follow my puppets, chasing them. They will lead the charge into the coming war. Their losses will devastate, and hardships will seems larger then life itself. But the victories will hold so much worth because of it.
I can only hope they are strong enough to see it through.
D.N.
