War In Our Lives

Prologue
(Written by Rebc29)

The storms raged over Berlin, Germany. The late summer storm was loud and powerful. The man in the empty office looked at the maps hung across the wall.

He had their locations pinpointed. He had their pictures and their profiles. He would have them gone. They were a threat, a danger to his entire opperation. 1939 would not be a good year for those children.

The lightning flashed outside, making an outline of the shades from the window on his face. The storm was a warning, warning him to stop. He ignored the warnings and smiled thinking of their grusome deaths. Slow and painful. Screams of agony, he just simply couldn't wait.

He would start immediatly. He'd need to start his plan. His way to distract the gods. He needed to get to those rotten kids without them finding out. And he knew just how to do it.

Some said he was crazy, but the ones who follwed him knew better. They thought he was a genius! Worthy of being worshiped! He should be the one in power, not those ancient fools!

Lightning struck hard with a bright flash, once again making the outline on his face. He saw himself in the mirror. Worthy of being a god. King. Emperor. He mused to himself. He'd show them what it was really like to be king. He would show them all.

The thunder shook the entire office building, possibly the entire city. He spun on his heel and walked out of the office. But not before have one final look at himself in the mirror. King!