The Divide

The Fall

The Great War Marked the end of the last Era in the rise of man, and began what we call The Fall,  this time destroyed the old world, civilization crumbled, governments divided till there was nothing left standing , the world as they knew it was completely lost, in the history books this  was called the end of days, or apocalypse , it was a time of chaos, a reign of terror, for the old world it was an absolute, the one thing that was common among them was their time had passed. 

The Fall started as a war of opinion, and gradually changed to destruction, the old world tore itself apart, they used great machines to create weapons that my ancestor created to set the sky ablaze, the radiation choked the out the remnants of all those who had witnessed the fiery unmaking, some say evolution caused our new era, the radioactive soil made new mutations, aberrations  new civilizations rose from the ashes of The Fall, a new world made from the end of the old.

This is my world, my name is Skye and I am the last daughter of the Armageddon, the last member of my Ancestral faction, our faction was called Filli Bellum, The Children of War. This was once the last true human bloodline, but I am all that remains. I carry the torch of the history of the world, I am the last key to the past, to my heritage, but their time is over and I did not choose my title or my blood, all I've chosen was to survive.

I live in what was once a great city, the tall buildings stand around me they are draped with vines, scaling the sides, old billboards have toppled into the cracked pathways, rusted metal rails hung through the air from an old bridge that was once renowned, this place was full of the essence of the old world, the unwritten history of things that had been lost to the ages, this place was full of so many things,  strange but still so incredible I chose to stay in this place not for the fasciation, but for the history. 

Since I've been here there have been so many things I learned about what the old world was like, they seemed to have some sort economic system based entirely around small paper rectangles, they called these rectangles bills, weird right? Another thing I learned was each place had a title, this place was once called San Francisco, now it's known as The Edge, this new title came from the fracture that ran along the edge of the city border, some of the old world accounts of how this fracture came to be, describe it as tremors from a quake so violent it split the earth swallowing buildings whole. 

The old world was full of destruction, between the weapons that set the sky on fire, to the the ground splitting into a bottomless rupture, I've always wondered how it lasted so long. 

The world has changed so much since the fall of man, their story lives on in the cement fossils of their era, but nature recaptures even the stone behemoths with time the vines tear away the layers of the structure, revealing its great metal skeleton. The balance between the natural law and the order of the old world, seemed unfathomable each piece of the extensive cities carefully overlaying the once lush landscape, and yet once the old world's inhabitants diminished nature returned with the same power it always had, the same power the ancients harnessed to make their concrete fortresses. 

Every thing has its place in time, The fall was the trigger that lost that place, and so the endless cycle began, and the earth would relish the return of its stolen remnants, the restoration of a continued cycle.

Their time is over now, so welcome to my world.