Fidawi

Prologue. For centuries we thought we were alone. We were never more wrong. They were there all this time, we just didn’t know. We weren’t aware. And we never saw. But we know now. They made sure we did. We had rather let them keep us in the dark. Because now we know, it has to end.

No one knows where they come from; no one knows how they started to exist. We don’t even know what they exactly are. They’re not humans, that much is clear. Some of them look like us, but they can change. They transform; they shapeshift. And something that certainly isn’t human it what they become. But they aren’t beasts either. Beasts and monsters we can fight. But we can’t fight them. They’re a force.
We don’t know what they are; we don’t know what they want. We know nothing. We only know that they’re here.

The first time we knew they were here, was five months ago. A woman was found. She had been in a state of shock. Her surroundings were what once had been the small town of Omer, Michigan, United States of America. An entire city was wiped away and all that was left were the smoking ashes that used to be entire buildings and one woman standing amidst them. She had hardly been able to speak. But in the end, they unravelled her babbling back to one thing that she kept repeating; “They’re here.”

From that moment on, we knew. They started attacking us more frequently. On October 26 New York City disappeared from the world map. The area around the city was clouded in thick smoke for four weeks. And after the air had cleared the rampage became clear. There were no survivors at all; just one big, black piece of land. Hell had frozen over. Literally. December 12; San Francisco was destroyed. January 3; Atlanta was no more. The army stood powerless. There was nothing they could do. They didn’t even know where to start. It al happened in the blink of an eye. No one knew what to look for. There was no way of prediction were the next attack would be. South-America fell prey to them. Africa was hunted by their attacks. The Islands of Indonesia and others disappeared under a huge, unnatural wave that without a doubt was also caused by them. The world burned. And there was nothing we could do, but stand aside and watch destruction become a part of our lives.

But as a token of hope, as a sign that not everything was forsaken, there was still the United Kingdom. It was no coincidence that they were never attacked. Ireland was burned to ashes, yet the northern point of that island remained unharmed. Because it was part of the United Kingdom.
When it became clear that the United Kingdom was the last save place on Earth, massive groups of people tried to get there. Some succeeded; most failed. The road to freedom, Great Britain, was cut off. Because they guarded it. And they made sure no one broke through their barriers.

We’re prisoners in our own country. But we have hope. Because we know more than they think we know. We know they have a leader and his will is law. We know they rule the universe. We know they’re so much older than us. We know that they have nothing against us personally. We know it’s just the way they are.

They’re not human, I told you already. And as I said; we can’t label them beasts. Maybe they’re machines. Maybe they’re like the robots we’ve created. Maybe they’re the result of something we ourselves tried to build. But it doesn’t matter how they got to exist. They exist; that is what matters. They have no feelings that make them second guess their actions. Maybe they do feel, but not in the way we feel. Because if they did, they must have felt regret. Instead they only have their thirst; thirst for blood, thirst for pain, thirst for power. They’re predators, always looking for prey. And now they’ve found us. Apparently we make great prey.

We have hope, though. We will not give up. All these years, all these centuries, we thought we were alone. But we weren’t. They were always there. And now we know. And we have to end it.

Maybe I'll die during battle. Maybe we'll all die. But I'm willing to die if it means my grandchildren can grow up in a save world. I'm Fidawi. We all are Fidawi. Because in times of need we all are careless of our lives. In times of need we all are willing to die for a cause. And in times of need we all are murderers, murderers who will end it all.