Lost child, father does not wake. Lost child, Mother is crying. ----The Book of Wrath ******** The rages of the world can plague the earth as elemental catastrophe. Yet, no devastation can ever be felt more clearly across the land than those brought about by the ignorance of man. The end of the world was not by Nature's whims, but by the inhumane brutality with which two warring sides collided to tear the earth asunder. They were fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, sisters and brothers. And yet, when seen within the armor about their bodies, there appeared to be little difference to distinguish among them. While lost in war, they were not the lives they had left behind. They were soldiers. They were also the last hope meant to stand between Pyros and an angry Lucidian army. Cords of red ran over the battlefield as if the very earth bled from countless wounds.
