This is a furturistic horror/thriller which I have posted in a series because it is far easier to read and more people can read the chapters in their own time then all at once.All Parts/chapters to this series are posted below in links.This story is about what happens when we lose sight of everything we know including our sense of values.Are we all doomed to hell or is there something more.

Part 1
Contemplating whether or not this story should be told, a series of rather crucial questions cried out to be answered. Like so many other unrecorded events which undoubtedly could have changed humanity, had I, as a person done nothing or had I fulfilled my reasons for being here. Was my account of this story worth recording for all times or were the events alone enough to change the record.
Myths get created from ignorance all on account of not being recorded or translated properly, but yet these very myths become immortalized for all times even though some of them are nothing more then falsehoods, misrepresentations and misinterpretations of the truth.
To be just, I ask myself what I have asked a thousand times, will writing this form a stronger world or will it weaken it, severing all bonds? Are some stories truly better left untold?
I am merely just a writer of the truth, a narrator of events that unfolded before my very eyes, laying no claim to the story itself. All I really want to do is let the truth be known for what it is. Paint a picture in words as to the true reality of it all.
This story takes place at a time when the earth was very unbalanced. At a time when there was nothing to believe in and with no beliefs and morals, that meant there was no heaven or hell, it meant there was nothing after death, therefore; there was no judgment of ones soul so inevitably no consequences for ones actions.
Not many in the human race actually believed in anything at that time which lead us to cruelty and ruthlessness because you see, there would be no price to pay. A world were kind deeds went unnoticed, unrewarded.
I can imagine that at each point in history many people have said that their decade or century was not a very good one to have to live through because of the wars and the fighting but for as long as humans have existed, this battle through time has been passed on, creating and sculpting us, paving the way to our own destruction.
The chronicle I have yet to write is in fact about a battle but unlike any other, for the first time in history, the battle we fight is united. Our very mortality is at stake, engaged in a perpetual struggle for our souls.
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