Requiem is an epic taking place hundreds of lightyears away on a series of planets so similar and yet so different from our own. A war is brewing, a war between the planets Verigo and Onyxia. At the heart of the conflict, Daw'ka, a young seventeen year old boy living on Verigo finds himself torn by those he trusts, his life has been manipulated, warped and bent for reasons that he doesn't understand. Follow his life over months and years, as he travels hundreds of thousands of miles, as his very life becomes blighted by heartache, suicide, murder, love and betrayal. We also follow Helena, a young girl from a well off family living on Onyxia, she doesn't believe in the war, she wants only to meet new people on the 'enemy' planet, but as her life also becomes ripped apart her once noble thoughts become tainted by fear.

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5. Thoughts of Afar

The sun began to set behind the backdrop of tall glimmering buildings, the red hue reflected off of the gargantuan starscrapers, making the whole landscape appear to be on fire. The trio still sat on the hill in Horndew dene, their clothes returned to their backs before the chilly evening winds swept about them. Their faces shone with a deep red, their eyes unmoving from the beautiful view that lay infront of them, a view that never got old.


From behind them emerged the ominous dark sphere of the planet Onyxia rising slowly from behind the trees, speckles of light dotted it's surface on the northern hemisphere. Only two hundred thousand miles away and larger than Verigo's moon, the sight of Onyxia rising each night was a daunting image to behold. Stories are told on the news and in papers about the heinous acts they commit to their own people, and to the Verigonians. Seeing that horrible planet rise so highly in the evening sky, the surface lights shining down on them, it couldn't help but fill the idle watchers on's hearts with fear. Rilley didn't feel at all unnevered by the growing presence of the far away planet, in fact he found it quite beautiful.


"Right I had best be off," Rilley said, getting to his feet. "My apartment closes at ten. I'll see you tomorrow at school anyway."


His friends stood up with him and embraced, saying their goodbyes. As Rilley made his way down the hill towards the dene's exit, his two friends retook their seats, arms drapped over one another, still admiring the view.


The longest walk in Rilley's day was always the one he took to get home, each step brought him further from his close friends, and closer towards his mother. He past back through the streets that this morning were so empty, but in the evening they hummed with life. Numerous small groups of underdressed young people were heading towards the late night clubs and pubs, while more unsavory characters took to the shadows, hoods up, selling their illicit wares to would-be partygoers.


Rilley finally made his may to his home, reaching the doors just in time before the curfew. This evening he chose to take the elevator to his floor, climbing up all those steps only to reach his dilapidated home would only inflict insult to injury. Pressing number '23' and shot to his floor quicker than he would like, he made his way to his door, removed his boots, and crept through the threshold. He grabbed a packet of rationed food paste from the cupboard, the only food given to those not generating an income, and slumped onto his bed and stared out the window, the great orb of Onyxia rising higher in the sky.


Rilley gazed at the dark mass and wondered if there was a young man staring back him. Was his life any better? Was his home nice or his parents kind? He wondered if his life would have been better had he been born there instead. Rilley didn't believe in the war, he didn't see the point, 'how can I hate someone that I've never seen?' He would say during lessons. Every night Rilley would lay in silence and just watch the mysterious planet move across his window, itching to meet one of Onyxia's residents.




From a different window Helena Tory gazed out at the dark planet of Verigo, past her silken pink curtains, her long blonde hair obscuring her view as it drooped over one eye. Every night before bed, Helena would gaze out towards the strange world and imagine another young girl looking back, and an overwhelming desire to talk to or play with one of the Verigonian girls took her mind over. Some people called her silly, 'no good can come from talking to those angry people,' they would say, but she believed differently. She didn't believe girls could hold so much anger over someone that they didn't even know. With a glint in her eye, and a smile creeping over her red lips, she winked at Verigo and went soundly to sleep.

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