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There was never really peace in our history. From what I was taught our people fought over everything. That was our idenity as a culture; proud warriors who fought with each other to earn honor. It remained like this for centuries until a warrior, greater the any other, rose up and brought every clan and every person under one banner. He united a broken people, and created a utopia in which a new age of peace was created, and for half a century our civilazation grew more then it had in the last three hundred years. Advancments in our economy, technology, and education of the world we previously ignored, lead us to our pinnacle point; the Golden Age. For those who can remember those fifty years, they say it was like a dream. Then came the invasion. Our people had grown softer over the time of peace, but it didn't matter if they hadn't. For when the Alphas came across the seas, we could do nothing to stop them. It was the exploration force that crossed first. We made contact with them only to be met in aggression. That day was the bloodiest in the last fifty years. I was told that when the Alphas sailed over the seas, they brought with them one ship, and on it only a handful of the men-like monsters we had named, Alphas. Alphas were frightening in look and power. Their features haven't changed; they stand usually seven to eight feet tall, completely hairless, and their skin semed to be soaked in the sun, its deep yellow hue was bizzare compared to the humans basic range of colors. All of their features were not as strange as the extra pair of arms that made them that much more fearsome and idenitifiable. The four armed monsters marched onto our land that day, ignoring every form of peace we tried to make, and slaughtered every human in their path. It was clear from that day forward that they were here to conquer. In response to their destructuion, we sent our peoples best warriors to stop them, but every attempt ended in death. It wasn't until the same great warrior that united us those years ago, marched with an army and met them outside the capitols gates, that their path of terror ended. That day, with the sacrifice of his life, and many others; they killed the last Alpha that invaded weeks before. That day would forever be known as Omega; the begining of the end . Stripped of our peace and tranquility, our people panicked and feared another force to sail across the seas. With such a small group doing so much destruction, we knew any attempt to fight back would end in our annihilation. So weeks later, when an entire armada of ships sailed again to our shores, we waved the white flag to surrender in hopes of a better outcome. What we recevied was our nightmare coming to reality. An enemy we didn't even know exsisted a month before, completely overpowered and ultimately conquered our entire countries forces within three months. The decision to surrender without a fight, would forever diminish our history of strength and honor as not only were our people enslaved, but most of our history and population were eradicated. Those that were taken into slavery were used for many different tasks, but mainly they were given the job of miners. As months passed by, and more and more of the Alphas came to our shores, we began to find out their objective. Under the surface of the planet was a mystical liquid know as Valon, the blood of Eonnos. This deep rich-colored yellow liquid, we would later find out was the source of life for the Alphas. Much like water was what we drank to continue living, they needed Valon. As the only task they saw us suitable for, they created mines throughout the remenants of our land and used us to harvest Valon. I was born, years later, in one of those camps. Growing up in such a place was all I was use too, but those that were alive during Omega, held such a hate in their hearts. They witnesed the fall of everything they knew, and were completely drained of hope and joy in their exsistence. Because of the ease in which the Alphas destroyed and ruled us, they looked down upon us with such disgust and insignificence. We were nothing more then insects to them, and because of that they used little force to keep us in control. Every encampment had one Alpha who kept charge of the humans and used human traitors known as Shephards, to maintain most human contact. Although we didnt see the Alphas often, the fear they inflicted into every human was enough to maintain the peace. Now in a postion of power with no resistence, the Alphas created a capital city in which they would head their efforts in their new terrority, they named it Altaria. Years passed as they continued expanding their new colony and I grew from a little boy to a young man. My entire life had been spent within the same mining camp until one day, they had decided to expand further south and take with them a handful of us to open a new mining camp. In the south it was desert wasteland, and up until now they deemed to far away for them to put effort in making a camp there. Something made them change their minds, and I was taken along with others from all different camps to work in the wastelands of the south.