text: History is told by the victor. So simple it is for the them to revel in their glory, their pride. To look to their loved ones that they fought so hard to protect with caring, yet tired smiles. Not even a hint of remorse for the families they've torn apart, destroyed, and broken. Of course, there are those who regret, although happy to be alive,yet burning from inside out simply knowing they can never forget the lives they extinguished for their countries ‘noble’ cause. How they seek retribution for their actions, solace in their emotions, a sanctuary amongst their inner turmoil for the hopes at piecing together what is left of their broken hearts. Some fail, and continue their lives all the while rotting away, but a diamond in the rough exists. It just takes one with enough heart to make the difference, even if it doesn't exist. Gyrus (Jy-ruhs), a country of science. Humans of technology whose pride is within their problem solving androids, capable of emotion, yet given orders unable to disobey. Built of turning gears, and clicking clockwork breathing life into their very being, while families treat them as if they were their own children with just more of a; technological disposition. Cities mirroring it’s ‘Children of Gears’ composition of moving clockwork, co-inhabited by its human denizens. Its government comprised of one true ruler holding all power, king of the ages said to have ushered in peace, tranquility, and progress. Yet with all this power, when a ruler is lost, the lineage must go on. Feyrus (F-ey-ruhs) a country of magic. Its denizens, humans with animal like qualities whose pride lie within their medical advancements through the use of mana. A teal energy that exists in all things, yet unseen to humans. With an aptitude for channeling the latter, they heal the sick with ease, while moving with almost superhuman speed, and strength. Clans based on the animals they ever so slightly resemble, but with each of their chiefs together form the Feran Council. The country itself comprised of a democratic government, and as such each village has a say in political matters, at least, they did. Once Gyrus had taken an interest in Feran magic, things changed drastically. The advanced medical technology possible with Feran magic was far too valuable to ignore. Androids now outfitted for war, and Gyran armies compiled together; they were to invade Ferus under the orders of King Rheon ( R-ee-onn). For most soldiers of Gyrus it was not hard, as the Ferans, similar in their names, were thought to be no more than feral animals. But as the war dragged on it was evident that these animals, these people. They were ever so human as the invaders they feared. Click. A Feran soldier fell dead, Click, and yet another. A steel maiden gliding effortlessly through the battlefield resembling a village, while not even a hint of emotion evident. Sword coated in blood, glinting in the moonlight with every swing. A negative emotion with every click that resounded, but what emotion was it? Bang. A gunshot resounded in the rain. What did it all mean? "You, and your unit are to take this village." A Gyran captain announced, while pointing at a map. 'By any means necessary.' The emotions in his face hardening, lips forming a tight line. His words ringing through the deafening sound of the raging storm just outside the tent. “Understood.” An android of the Valkyrie Model confirmed, a click resounding in the room. Her face unreadable, with an unknown emotion coursing through her circuitry, after all this isn't the first village shes taken. The android beside her, a Medical Model, frowned. “What about the villagers, their families, the children even?” She said with obvious discontent. “We’ve already won!” Her frown deepening immensely, eyes briefly tightening shut. The captain stared at the Medical Model, his emotions unwavering under her glare. “If they fight back, then they are to be eliminated.” A smirk coming across his face. “It’s not as if you could disobey a direct order anyways.” His voice now dripping with venom. “Those Feran scum deserve it.” All that could be heard now was the deafening rain, the village was deathly quiet. The villagers, all of them, fought to protect themselves, but their orders were evident. “Titania, how do you do it?” The Medical Model said with barely a whisper, staring at the aftermath of the attack. “How many lives have we taken?.” Click. Titania the Valkyrie Model stood there silently taking in the sight of the bodies littering the village. “Orders.” She said frankly, her gears whirring quietly, and her face still devoid of emotion. “ You know this is wrong!” The Medical Model’s voice rising. “They didn't deserve this, none of them!” The rain trickling down her face reminiscent of tears, how ironic. Click, she had nothing to say, simply because she did not understand. Titania, as all androids should, have the capacity to experience emotion, but for her it was different. When Titania was first built, the scientist were mesmerized at her lack of display of emotion. It was supposed to be in her programming after all, and yet nothing they did to get a rise out of her worked. For Titania, with every attempt they tried, she heard a click resound in her head, but she could never tell what it was. Was this a so called emotion? What does it mean? What does it do? So many questions, but a question like “What is emotion?” cannot be simply answered. Her model was to resemble the word Valkyrie in such that she was a guardian to those who needed guarding. They wrote it off as a glitch, because of that fact. But because Gyrans valued androids as people, they could not bring themselves to decommission her. “Sylph, what is emotion?” Titania asked, her voice monotone. Sylph the medical model simply looked at her, eyes tired, and emotionally broken. “Something i wish i didn't have.” She said now with her eyes downcast, unable to look at the bodies any longer. Sylph, created with the purpose of pharmaceutical needs, was always very emotional. After all, she must be, medical models need emotions to help reduce panic in patients during treatment. Once the war started she personally believed it to be a curse, with every village she invaded with Titania’s unit, she could feel a part of herself break. But orders were orders no matter what they were, they were impossible to disobey. Each of the androids were produced in pairs, and as such created sibling like environments. To her surprise, Sylph’s designated sister, was none other than Titania her complete opposite. A babies cry resounded through the rain from a lone cot in the distance.”Ah!” Sylph felt immediate joy, yet the negative emotions were still fresh, as she sprinted to the small building. Click. Following suit, face unchanged, Titania bolted after her. With the cot now in front of her, pausing briefly to take in the rundown building. “I'm so sorry.” Titania heard a voice from the now opened door. Upon entering she saw, grey, and black? A small baby boy with wolf ears, and a tail, was being cradled in Sylph’s arms. Click. “Can you believe it?” Sylph said with mixed emotions. “ A baby boy, but with no family to take care of him.” Rain Water trickling from Sylph’s hair, falling past her eyes, yet again reminiscent of tears. Click, Titania heard it, but this time it was different, something- hurt? “Ha-ha, finally something huh?” Sylph was looking at her solemnly, a smile on her face. Titania was frowning.