Prologue
There was, once, a time when the world seemed to be perfect. The two children who played together every day were not aware of the hard realities of life. To pure to understand that they will eventually be ripped apart. All because one of them had the power of a god. And the other, they don't.
If you were to ask these two children who or what they wanted to be when they grew up, they would even say that they wanted to be like momma and papa.
Yes. These children were young, wild, and free. But most importantly happy.
That is until the war. No longer do smiling faces show up in that Meadow of rolling green fields and daisies. No. There isn't even a field anymore. But the one key thing missing from this picture aren't the flowers or grass. But...
The two little children who grew up to soon.
