1815

There was a terror. A terror throughout the modern world that though we admired its master, we feared our new lives under him. He forged an army from the ashes of the old world, and led them to battle, to become the new victor and the ruler of all worlds. Against the vanilla sky he met his match this day. An equally voracious man who had but one strife with his designs… he desired that no man be absolute ruler. The conqueror became the conquered, and on that smoking day the new victor, at the end of his breath and the end of battle, sat down, lit his pipe, and saw a world forever changed, but still resilient; a world as yet unconquerable.