Two hundred years ago, in only a few days, the world the world was brought to the brink of ruin by war. The sky was filled with fire and the land became toxic. millions of lives were lost and most of the memories of the destruction along with it. Now, in the present, ten percent of the world's land mass is a desolate wasteland, unable to support any natural forms of life. While the rest of the world has forgotten the events of that time two hundred years ago and life seems to go on in relative peace. Or at least that's what it looks like on the surface.The world is not as calm as it seems and while the farce of everyday life continues for many, in the shadows, a storm is brewing.My first attempt at something like this. I apologize if the story doesn't flow well.