Prologue - The Legend
War, an inevitable endeavour for people belonging to all walks of life. The aim to subjugate those of an opposing view to oneself in order to fulfil one's own ambitions. In war, there is no definitive good or bad side, but there is an in-between. A middle ground of innocents who didn't ask nor want to be caught up in conflict, but end up paying the ultimate price of their lives nevertheless. Can the pursuit of peace and safety still be a legitimate reason for war when not fought on home turf?
In the most vicious of wars, the conflict ends with naught but absolute annihilation. One side breaks through the barrier or morality and just cause to deliver an ultimate, finishing blow. For some, that blow is an atom bomb. For others, the death of a leader. But for the people of Forlon, that blow is the Shi Giau. This prophecy, passed down through the ages, strikes almighty fear into the heart of believers and the rest. Not all do believe the prophecy to be true, but all fear it the same.
When fire engulfs the world, when death rears its ugly head. When hope is lost and the world lingers upon the edge of destruction, Shi Giau will rise again. With power beyond limit and logic, infinite ways to end all. The ultimate weapon is not for the faint of heart, only true warriors of peace will wield the true power of Shi Giau.
Today, January 1st 2812, war has engulfed the land. Warfare via guns has evolved, magic is the weapon of choice for most people. Those unwilling to learn the art, without the time or perhaps simply not the skill, have adapted their weapons with magical artifacts to create technology unheard. Laser weapons, from rifles to knives, are common place, those without such an item on them are fewer than those who possess them by a great majority. More advanced technology is hoarded by both sides, eager to gain an advantage or, more importantly, a clue to the nature of Shi Giau.
With the birth of magic in the late 2300s, countries changed too and eventually moulded together, to create two large forces, once previously known as Russia and America, now known as the Western Confederation and the Eastern World. Smaller countries still exist under different names, belonging to neither the West or the East. Such places find themselves the hosts of many a catastrophic battle. Dwellers in these countries live in fear, waiting, wondering. When will the Shi Giau appear and end this war, and upon which side? Who will gain the power of almighty, the ultimate weapon.
One such place lost it's name long ago, now known as simply Middle, the middle ground between the East and the West. 28 years ago, before this war began, this place would've been known as the United Kingdom, UK for short, but that name is unknown to the current generation. It is here, in Middle, that the prophecy begins.
So hey, thanks for checking out the first chapter, the prologue. This is just an idea I've been having for a while and I'd love some feedback (positive or negative) if possible, I want to try and improve to be a good story.