We've lost the war. I am to be executed. We fought and we lost. So many of us gave our lives, dreams, and families up to stop them. But they slaughtered us as if we were, are defenseless sheep. We were a proud people once, but now we are prisoners of war. I am the last of the resistance. I write this now for those to come so they may find and continue the tale of our world. It is likely this will be burned as treason and all who read it hunted.
So I shall start this tale at its ending or beginning for those who are yet to come.
I write this because the Sky are a resilient race. We have fought and lived before. We may be fragile in body but we are not in will.
I have heard rumors from the other prisoners that they plan to use my people as creatures of entertainment. The rumors say that the Humans who have invaded our world plan to bring back the games. What they are I do not know? Though, when asked, the others told me the games originated in Rome. A place I know nothing about.
I can hear their footsteps coming closer. It is time now.
Good bye, may this be found one day.
Always shall we fight even when we submit.