Ah, looks like I died. I thought I would feel more regret about dying at the age of 24, but surprisingly I feel satisfied. Considering I can’t see any distant light showing the way to heaven or a distant inferno showing the way to hell, I guess I am in some kind of void. It’s been three hours now and I feel so bored. I tried to sleep to at the very least be sure this is not a dream, guess what, I can’t even sleep in here. I’m going to spend a long time here aren’t I, might as well think back on what brought me here. To start from the beginning would be appropriate; I was born in the Europe, 2098 right in the third world war. About two billion people died on the first day with China, US and Russia firing at each other with all the remaining nukes they had in their arsenal. All three countries were taken out that day with almost everyone losing contact with each other thanks to the EMPs released by the nukes. A person would think that those who survived would try to help each other in order to survive the nuclear holocaust, but in the end we are still humans and when we get a situation we’re not able to respond to, we panic. What we did, to call it panicking would be an understatement. Riots, killings, genocide, famine, radiation sickness, mutations and war. Every country went to war against one another, it did not matter how long they knew each other if they were close they would attack. I was born right in the middle of this in one of the numerous refugee camps, I spent most of my early years starving, people dying around me, moving to a new camp every two months and looking back I am very surprised I managed to survive this long. One day while I was eight years old I was forced awake by a lot of noise outside my tent. What I saw out there forced me awake and vigilant, after my fifth birthday we were raided by bandits that killed my parents and forced my uncle to take care. My uncle was not cruel or affectionate toward me, but he acknowledged I was there and gave me food when I wanted some. Enough about my uncle now what I saw there was soldiers with some weird circles as their mark and they were everywhere rounding up people. I instantly hid under my thin blanket hoping they would not find me. Unfortunately my hope was for naught and one of the soldiers found me. It was hard to see what he looks like thanks to years of malnutrition, but what surprised me the most what that he looked healthy, clean and his eyes did not look like he just found prey, but filled with pity. Me being eight years old at the time was of course scared of my life and started screaming.
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The soldier was startled, tried to calm me down and when he was not able to he went out and came back with my uncle. My uncle explained to me that everything was okay and that we could finally rest. We both started crying tears of joy, my uncle showing more emotions then he has the last three years. When we were done, we were shown to go to a tent with a red symbol on it. Their I met an old man that showed an aura of warmth and safety something I had not felt for a long time. The person did things I never would have thought possible, he fixed my eyesight and made me healthy, this filled me with determination and showed me the path I wanted to take I would become a person like him, one that was calm, one you could feel safe with, a person that can heal.
After that I learned who they were, the called themselves Gaia from the Olympus Republic. Olympus was formed when the Nordic countries, Great Britain and Germany banded together because of their close. Ever since the war started, they have been expanding by making new borders, allies and finding refugees to take back to safety.
Sixteen years later and I can finally help people just as I was helped long ago. 12 October 2122 became the day where I could not be more happy, it also turned out to be the day before I died.