"Do you think if we lived a hundred years ago...
if we met before this whole war started, before
we were supposed to hate each other...do you think
we could've been friends?"

Dan squeezed his hand, facing the sky with watery
eyes. There was no need to answer.

The world is torn apart by war; there is no more
good and evil, only a dark mix. Dan and Phil were
born to fight...on opposite sides. How will this
pan out?

400 readsss ^^