In the early year of 2029 Earth was plagued by The Great Destruction.
No one knows why or how it started. Some blamed global warming while other more religious groups proclaimed it was the end of the world as we knew it.
It happened so fast that nobody could stop it. At first there was a steady decline in crops because of a world-wide drought that eventually wiped out all livestock and cut the supply of raw materials drastically. Famine was inevitable. It dropped life expectancy by more than a decade. There was death and destruction in every part of the world. Except one place. Trillium, a country in the Northern part of the content that was once known as Canada.
Everyone sought refuge in the last known safe haven. Only a few passed the rigorous screening process and were granted asylum.
It didn't take long for the rest of the world to be overthrown by the Zeffer- an elite group of specially enhanced agents with pure essence that run through their veins.
No one is sure exactly when the Final War ended. Depending on who you ask some say the war lasted four days, the amount of time it took for the Zeffer to gain control of what was once known as America.
Others argue the Final War lasted a total of twelve days, when a Treaty of Rights was officially enacted.
As result, the delusive government restructured the population and enhanced their genetics. Not everyone survived. Then again, not everyone was meant to.
Mankind has lived in Peace and Prosperity for two decades.....
"What a load of crap....", I mumble softly.
I don't know why mother makes me read this book every night before I go to bed. If she did it purposefully just so I would fall asleep then she succeeded. As if getting quizzed in the morning on The Letter of Laws wasn't bad enough! Father isn't any better. It doesn't help that he is the commanding officer and works right beside the General.
I put the brown weathered worn out book that's twice the size of my palm in its rightful place, back under the wobbly leg of my bed where it belongs. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, depending on which way you look at it, my parents are unaware of the state in which I treat the stupid thing.
With the wave of my hand the light switches off and I pull the covers up to my chin, trying to get comfortable for the night knowing full well it will be another sleepless night.
