Chapter one: the book I will never finish.

     The darkness is all around me, consuming me and swallowing me into the deep. I see nothing. I hear nothing. I feel... Nothing. I feel the world pulling me and tugging me back. I fight it I don want to return to that wretched place. I would rather be lost in this nothingness. Drifting through the blank on the brink of non existence, but fate had another plan and I could feel it pulling so hard until I gasped breathing in the smoke and the air of the real world. 

       I could feel the sadness and death thick I'm the air around me. I could small the pain and the blood. It was sickening. Everything came rushing back to me in a instant and I turned my head and relieved my stomach of its feeble contents. 

        I drug my sluggish body to its feet. The pain searing through my limbs like fire. I stand there alone in a field of dead bodies. Smoke filling there air coming from the remnants of what used to be my home. My eyes search the field of death but it seems I am the last one standing. I am the sole survivor of a war so great it killed an entire nation. I am the sole survivor of the Habachies. I am Ires. It seems fate has another ending and at the brink of death it pulls me back to save a generation that is already lost. There must be someone who ran. Someone who is hiding in the mountains. Someone who fled to the woods before all of this began. Someone got away or why would I still be here. I must find them the fate of the world relies on it.