Author's Note

So yeah first story and all that jazz and hope everyone likes it. I'll just say now that grammar isn't my greatest strength but my writing should at least be passable. Not much to say on the first chapter so I'm just going to jump right in. Updates will hopefully come once a week but might be a little spotty.

The End?

Prelude: The End?

Power, love, hate, greed, faith, obedience... the list could go on forever and include everything and nothing, all of them trying to answer the one question that to this day there is still no answer for.

Why is their war?

People fight for anything that they chose to believe in that makes them right, or powerful, or just. As long as two or more groups can have different opinions and have the energy or ability to make war then the potential shall always be there.

Not to say that the same potential for peace and prosperity isn't there as well, but more often than not it deteriorates into conflict.

Why is it that no matter how hard I tried war followed me? No matter how far I ran, or how hard I would try to hide, or how many promises I made to stay out of it I would always be doomed to fight for some “noble” cause or goal.

I’m tired of all that war has taken from me. There is no glory or honor in war. The only thing it leaves you with is regrets and a target on the back of your head for those that can’t let it go. It is an unrelenting and unending conflict that will always plague the lands and its people. To this I say no more.

I played my part in so many wars and deaths that I've had enough. I tried to always downplay my strengths, without making myself look like some weak little target. It still didn't stop people from trying to recruit me to their cause. Some causes I believed in others were for personal reason, all of them I wish would have never been started.

Finally, though I have given up hope of people ever seeing eye to eye. It is with this realization at the forefront of my thoughts that drive me to my next actions. I will end war once and for all even if I must sacrifice myself and everything around me to do it. After all for a man that has nothing left to lose death seems like release.

With these thoughts coursing through my mind I begin to draw in every ounce of my power to my core. I will show everyone why it is always me that is the deciding factor in every war that has been fought. I will show them their folly of their wars and conflicts.

Their beginning to sense my power and how much of it I’m gathering. Some are accepting of it, others are in sheer disbelief of the power being generated. Still others have given up fighting each other and now desperately try to rush me to try and stop the inevitable, too little too late for them though.

With my final moments of peace I wish desperately that thing could have been different or at the very least people would learn from their mistakes and live in peace and harmony. As they close in from all around to try and stop me I feel the energy reach that final peak. I beg forgiveness from any deity that may yet watch over me and release every iota of power at my disposal in a massive planetary size explosion. With my final conscious moments I felt like something was pulling me to it, with little else to do I let it take me as the darkness rushes to claim me in its merciful embrace, and I knew no more.