Think back to the day, the earliest day in your life that youcan remember. Is there a time in there that you felt unsureof who you actually were? Can you actually confirm withinyour deepest confines of your very fibrous being of who youreally are? Not everyone can, but the feeling is even harder
to capture for those who aren’t sure at all.
Memoriesscattered across a broken soul, trauma not being the onlything that shattered the mirror from both sides.It was a dark day in the late ending of the dynastic wars inthe early 7
generation of Tasogare time; the war was eitherending or getting worse. Provinces joining together to savethe likeness of the world they all remember sharing since thedawn of their own kind. At the same token; provinces beingsplit apart out of a devious nature of jealousy and racisthatred. Sounds like something we all have experienced onthe news these days; flames growing higher and higher andthe bodies count growing.The Warai Province had shared a treaty bond withneighboring Arashi Province since it lost much of itspopulation from a crippling disease that to this day stillthreatens. Between the blindness of the children, and thecrippling of the elderly
the Warai Province almost fell aparton its own two feet not so long ago. Struggling to keep a civilgovernment suitable for long term peace and stability; muchof its own corruption gained momentum long before the 5
generation even started. Arashi always had a soft spot forits neighbor, and offered a treaty of peace and stability, to