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by Zenith Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 13+ · Draft · Death · #2331294
The Prologue
In the Stellar Year 2135, the world was in a state of imbalance. Natural resources were running out. The Imperial Empire placed a monopoly on most of what was left. The empire, a place known for its wealth and high birth, began to slowly cut itself off from most neighboring countries. The goal behind this was to bleed the world dry of its resources, and become the only governing country as they watched the countries around them fall to instability. The empire had this planned out for a while now, the decline in clean drinking water and other daily necessities began to slowly appear as the 22nd century began. The Empire decided to speed up the process by buying up all sorts of rare earth metals, clean water, fuel, as well as many other hard to produce an procure items that they could find. And as the countries around them began to fall due to civil unrest, the empire wanted to reassure each neighboring nation of their loyalty. So they created and signed a treaty which stated, that they themselves would help each allied nation with their governmental issues as long as they supplied compensation. However, The Empire failed to calculate how long it would take each country to see through their empty promise. And it was in 2138, that the error in their plan became painfully obvious. But it was too late, they were now on borrowed time. I was 10 when the first kindling of war began to catch flame, I lived with my mother and father in a small town that consisted of farmers and their children. Our town was situated on the out skirts of The Imperial Empire. However due to the fact that the townspeople were of low birth, the Imperial Capital never actually considered us to be a part of the empire. As a result they never interacted with us much and when they did, it was only to confiscate our harvests. This never bothered us much, as we always made more than we need. The empire always looked at us as their personal farming tools, never anything more. That was until December 24th, 2140, the day before Christmas. I hadn't known at the time, but The Federal Democracy of Azeroth declared war on the empire.
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