Strata's POV

Planet Neworld. My home. Or at least it used to be. I walked through the path my father used to walk to get home. It cut through the whole village. From the Library to Town Hall. It was peaceful here. But that was all 10 years ago.....

Since I was a blacksmith,I started fixing some bows for my cousin Skully. He was one of the many skeletal soldiers that specialized in accuracy. That was when we heard a noise that starled us. We headed up to the Town Hall. It was an attack. But from whom you may ask?
None other than Corneria. Ever since we declined the treaty, we've been in hot water with them.They caught us by surprise. We never thought they would go this far. They made our forces seem like nothing. During the war, Me, Skully and a few others escaped. We decided to split up since staying in a group would be risky.
Eventually, they were captured and probably executed. If only our forces were stronger.

Was it my fault? The reason why everyone's dead? Is it because of me? I swore that I would fight, but never kill. Was I an idiot for making that oath?

Looking onto the field of bloody corpses I made a choice. Either break my oath or surrender. If my father were here he would say "Never surrender to the enemy, for it's a curse that will never be lifted". It's time I would strike back. I will avenge my fallen family & friends.
I will get they payback I desperately desire. I don't care if it sparks another war. I don't care if innocent people die. Corneria is my enemy....

AND I WILL SHOW ALL OF THEM NO MERCY.