The Blood of Onyx
The probability of naturally occurring life is something like one in 100,000 trillion trillion trillion trillion. And that's being optimistic, really. Yet, as of the year 5566, we have lived in harmony with many alien races for decades. As a whole, we understand how unique, how rare, and how precious life really is. And that is exactly why it hurts so much - knowing that right now, we are all facing extinction.
For the first time in the history of our species, there truly seems to be no possible way to win this war. We pay the price for exploring the stars now, as we were always meant to. Fate caught up with us. Our kind is finally dying out - and the tragedy of it pains my heart. What would you do, privileged one? Would you keep fighting anyway - tormenting yourself as a soldier until your life is agonisingly cut short? Or would you run, become an outcast and a war criminal, frantically trying to enjoy this one life you have before it ends?
When people become desperate enough, they will be pushed to do sincerely horrible things. Governments can put a gun in everyone's hand, but that won't always make them soldiers. There are some people who just don't belong in a war. And now, in the 56th century, there is Isaac Claire. He is an accidental twin, a disgrace, and a coward. Yet unbeknownst to him and everyone else, he is the single most important person in the Galaxy. Eleven years of his life will be the hardest, most vital decade anyone could ever live.