Purpose Of Life

Since the dawn of time, war had been prevalent in the human race. Whether it be small farming villages trying to take more land than they were promised, or large scale invasions from other kingdoms … it was always there. Those tensions only served to heighten when the other races decided to expand their influence. 

Taking from others was the natural order of things, especially for those that had the power to do so. It was exploiting vs the exploited, the weak vs strong. 

But, if it was the way the world had always operated, why should he feel like he was any different. Pierce, the sword that can slash even the demon queen. The man that Invidia entrusted her life too on the battlefield. What was his meaning in this short life. 

It was an answer he had been chasing even into his old age. But it was an answer he had failed to obtain. 

"Life is what you make of it", Invidia declared one day. She and Pierce sat alone in a small tearoom.