From the Journal of Adam Moss, General of the human armies and second in command to High Leader Kojikata. Taken before the Last War.

I fear there isn’t much I can do anymore. The last Wars are drawing to a close, and the treaties are being formed and signed. But, there is something amiss, if I am the only one who can see it. Power and lust has veiled the eyes of our High Leader. The Bitch of a woman has been polluting his mind ever since he met her in that forsaken little camp of outlaws. Syara is nothing better then a back stabbing whore, born from the womb of a tavern wench and whelped with a silver spoon between her poison dripping lips.

I seem to be the only one not taken in by her curved body and overly developed assets. It’s a pity. Considering I can’t kill her, knowing that the entire army, at the High Leader’s command would turn on me. He trusts me, but if I was to take my gun to her-or better yet my sword and run her through-my happiness would be short lived. She has polluted his mind from what really matters. Getting her blood on my sword would just rust the precious metal anyway. I would be better off throwing her in a pit of hungry Desert worms, standing there and laughing. I could tell the High Leader that she fell in accidentally. Though I’m sure, the worms would spit her back up.

I am no seer, but I know, at the hands of the Bitch our people will fall. We are few. Since the last wars, the numbers have fallen greatly. Cities have been totaled. There is nothing left, not even rumble. The human population has fallen from a once great civilization to a few. We split, a few years back, and I can only hope that the other group has found better then us. All we have seen for the past year is deserts. The sun hot on our flesh. Already we have lost so many to the heat, dying from dehydration and lack of proper nourishment. If it wasn’t for the very shaky treaty with the desert nomads we would have died by now.

It’s a shame we have fought and come so far, to only see our people fall. The human race is dying, and in its place what will come? I fear the answers, and I fear what I see. I fear every day, seeing her hanging off of his arm and cooing like a strangled fowl. Am I the only one who can see the acid dripping from her badly colored lips? The way he listens to every damn word? It’s disgusting. I respect him dearly; he’s like a brother to me. But if this continues, I am truly afraid.

There is talk about using the children. The few thousand we have, to aide in building a great city. I don’t know it all, but what I have heard scares me greatly. The children, as always are born with higher brain functions, and using those precious gifts as such…on an innocent child! Its disgusting. I have broken the code of honor and read my Leader’s hidden blue prints.

He wishes to use the children’s telepathic ability to raise the earth…but for what reason? Doing as such would kill them all. Their brains cannot handle the strain. I worry, for I know if this is to come into play, the children will die. And when they die, so will we. Even if a city comes out of it, who will be there to carry on our generation? Already they round them up like cattle.

At the hands of a Bitch a civilization would fall. Man’s lust brings the end to everything. Ironic…