prologue
You—the person unknowingly holding this book in your hands, you hold the last living testimony that they—that we—ever existed.
In a story full of heroes and villains, of arrogant Gods and naïve mortals, they were there to witness every single moment; Every heartbreak, every moment of joy, and every loss, it was always theirs. Maybe you’ll read this and think I’m the bad guy, or maybe you’ll think I’m the victim who ended up on the wrong side of a losing battle, either way, this was always about them and never about me.
This is the history that you will never remember having lived; I hope you read each word carefully.
