In a dying world the only hope for salvation was for humans to recognise their faults. Driven to the brink of destruction,their pride and ignorance prevails resulting in catastrophic wars and an endless amount of bloodshed enough for victors to drown in their heads.
There had been war for centuries. It had consumed them in a never ending cycle of death and destruction built on greed and disunity. Many would be shrouded with the burden of partaking in such hostility. The guilt and regret following them like a shadow with reality and truth weighing heavily on their shoulders.
The world had fought many wars. With that ,it left blissfully unaware civilians to perish at the hands of the rich and the selfish, yet that period of peace ensuing the calamity felt addicting.
That feeling resulted in another war.
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Fanfiction" We just want the world to love the little monsters that we are " ~ Atticus ~ 𝙾𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 ...