T.B.A.

Chapter 1

The Fall and Rise of Kings

Year 3216
Neutral Airspace just outside of Yennik



Instead of horror and despair that he has suffered in these ever occurring dreams, it was different. As he looked at her face among the ash and rubble, the smell of burning flesh, there was warmth, innocents. How? How can someone remain so pure in the middle of all this. He wanted to reach out and protect her. Shelter her from the darkness that he had grown so accustom to. She was light. She was everything he was not. She was all the things he had to give up that fateful day ten years ago.

Instead of waking with the usual jerk, he woke slowly. Taking a deep breath he stood form his bed and began to pull his outer gear and uniform on over his filmy shirt and briefs. His room was small with just a bed, a dresser, and a cabinet that contained his weaponary.