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"This is the story of Ickabar, Percival and Raymas- three foster brothers raised on Fastoon. Their story, like many, began happy, but unfortunately...it sending was not."

An Unhappy Ending, Prolouge.

"I can tell you know, that this story does no have a happy ending."

Violent fires reached up into the air, clawing at the clouded skies as the clank of mettle chorused with the screams of hundreds; every bullet shot reverberating at a hundred times per hour around the chaos. Figures shoved past each other, some falling, some colliding in a desperate attempt to escape. The roars of the destruction were cruel and heartless as they reverberated over the flames, the rubble and the musky sent of death itself. The mere outlines and broken shadows of what once a city was burnt and frayed, fire licking at its roots as the hundreds fled, screaming in panic for there was nowhere to hide, no way to beg...and nothing else to do but run, and hope they weren't killed.

"I can't say I didn't see something coming. But I had no inkling that that something could've been this."

Among the uncontrolled blaze and chaos stood a still, trembling figure in the smoke, hundreds of his kind pushing past him as they fled for their lives. A looming figured stomped with sinister confidence through the clouds of smoke, a giant to him.

"There were many things I expected from him- but never this."

Another blast rang beside him, and unlike his kind the young lombax remained on the stop, his furry face riddled with confusion. His legs felt numb and the sounds of screams and destruction were foggy in his ears as he stared around, taking in the scene. The fire, the flame...Then, and through the musty smoke came the towering figure with many legs, robotic and sturdy, marching with malice-filled confidence through the chaos towards him as the many other forces behind it drew closer, herding his fleeing kind like cattle.

"There's not a day that passed that I wish...wish something could have been done."

This was once the place were he'd played with his best friends, their kites flying in the once blue and tranquil sky. And now ashes had taken the place of these happy memories, and the lombax felt more alone, more confused than he'd ever been.

"I wished there was... another way."

He stayed where he was, slightly leaned back, legs frozen stiff, arms outstretched and eyes widening as the impossible vision became clear.

There, perched upon the striding beast, was his best friend, clad in attire as red as the blood staining his fur, sharp eyes boring down upon the landscape before finally meeting his own.

"I never understood how he could have done it."

Ickabar's breath left him, and the chaotic sounds around him slowed and numbed till it was like time itself had dragged itself to a slow.

"And to this day I still ask myself a question I could never bring to words, not to him."

His eyes stared back at Tachyon's triumphant and malice-filled gaze, and fragments of memories fluttered through him. His childhood with his friends...with Percy by his side. His head shifted from side to side. His body was caught in a vice-like grip, his hands trembling.

He didn't want to believe it. But here it was.

"Percy!"

"Percy...what have you done?"

An Unhappy Ending.

Next chapter will be much longer, whoever reads.