Welcome to the world of Tava, a terrestrial planet that has played host to humanity for millennia. As with other planets graced by humanity's presence, Tava was ravaged by the relentless march of progress. Such progress resulted in conflict. Conflict to war. War with atomic hellfire. Such devastation would normally be the end. This would have been the case had an entity not intervened to give humanity one more chance. As the bombs dropped obliterating life in waves of destruction. A force of energy, hereafter referred to as vitava, surged forth into the remaining vestiges of life. The vitava pushed and pulled upon what remained. In the wake of the Fall, humanity found themselves scattered among lands of clustered life, untouched by the apocalypse. A moment of hoped was held by the survivors, a hope that flickered in the face of nuclear winter settling upon Tava. Humanity to this day is uncertain in how they managed to survive. Most thanked the newly discovered vitava. On humanity limped forward in their new Bastion cities built upon the knowledge of the past and the explorations of possibilities through the vitava. Progress has been steady through the centuries as the Bastion cities sought to reclaim the lost territories from the Fall. Here we follow their progress once again... Welcome to my second attempt at a story. I've had this one bouncing around in my head for over a year. Once again, I'll be attempting the writathon/NaNoWriMo challenge. Join me in our venture into my tale and share your thoughts. Let's see where we can go together! [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]