The wind is howling. The world is darkening.Most of the kingdoms of earth are conquered. Hope is a thing of thepast. I don't know where, when, or if this story will ever see the light of day.I am cold...too cold. The pencil trembles in my hand. Idon't know what else to do but record the things that I have seen, andare now happening in this darkening time. So, (melancholy sigh) here Iam, writing in my little nook, knowing that my small words could neverdo this story justice. No words could. Nor would I expect them to. All I expect is for someone, someday, to find them, if there is someone leftafter all this has happened, and perhaps, read, and remember what hashappened. Then I will not feel like my writing, and the heroes that gave their lives for the cause was in vain. So, I will proceed then, withgreat care, to write the true story of the earliest and darkest of ages, as it really happened, bringing to light the true reason for thedarkest of all ages in history. I only hope that some day those who read my writings may find them of some use. That such a dark history maynever repeat itself again---that is, if there is a future.