An orange hue blanketed the stratosphere. The eventide was about to end approached by the coming of the hour of dusk. The other people emerged from the shelter. My eyes could properly see the people. The man who I had been talking to had glasses, but behind that exterior was a tall and broad shouldered man capable of plowing through men like cardboard. His brothers had similar features. All were physically gifted men while the sister was different. Her body was slender yet graceful. Her milk white complexion complimented her golden blonde hair. She was a delicate flower blooming in this barren land. What a mess it was. The people over this country fought for land. Idiots who shed blood for their country while being manipulated to hating the enemy. They always desire more until their own sins engulf them in madness.