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Year 1986 of the Bygone Era.

Boleros Empire, Valley of the End.

Plagues reaping countless lives, flames ablaze atop the battlefield, and wars that even Death himself would fear.

A war of anger and rage, filled with death and sorrow. Bodies on the ground, others weak and fighting. No one could find it. Everyone's fighting for their lives, doing the best they could. But for what…?

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Over a century later…

Year 107 of the Era of Peace

"Anhdhdhshrhd!!!!!!"

Suddenly, a loud, ear busting voice came to the side of Muriel's ear. Ruining the sleep Muriel was finally given after several days of working on my exhausting project.

"Damn it, not again, Kish-!" Muriel furiously roared, but got interrupted before he could even finish.

"Hmph, if you were really so tired, how come you can yell so loudly? Do you take me for a fool, cousin?" Kishelle retorted.

Suddenly, a loud, ear busting voice comes from the side of my ear. Ruining the sleep I was finally given after days of working on a project. Dammit, not this again… My 9 year old sister, Kishelle. Had to have ruined my morning again. What an annoying alarm… its unfortunate that Kishelle doesn't have an off switch, but who knows? Maybe she will one day. But I doubt any switch to make her shut up would appear any day by now.