With all that was going on in the world, the priorities for all those that had involved themselves were found to have been vastly changing. The idea of the peaceful coexistence that had once decorated the world in a new sense of comradery had already faded and the era of segregation had begun.
It just so happened that the time Milo had been born into, was yet another shift in the tide where it seemed that history that had once been thought to remain in the past, had begun to repeat itself.
The tide of change that began to sweep through the world caught anyone and everything in its path. Those who were of noble standing were, at this point, no more noble than the men who ploughed the fields every day. The men who made thousands of gold no more than a beggar on the street, the woman sporting her brand new woven dress no more than the woman who was content merely having a meal a day.
