I am the single most powerful Empire in the known reaches of this world. All I want is peace but the people of this world don't understand me. They raise-up their armies, and weapons in order to stop my expansion.
I do not know what makes them deny my gifts of a perfect world. Mine heart doth in my body breaks as I am forced to lay waste to the men, women, and children that attempt to destroy all that I love. The world did not understand my nation, they called us warmongerers, blood thirsty monsters, savages and barbarians, but still we continued our quest for a better world, we continued to try and unite them under strong government, military, economy, and roots, however they refused to join us willingly for a greater life in an advanced Civilization.
There was no choice but to take them by force into a better life. For soon all the world shall now know of our good intentions to make their daily lives better. All I wanted was peace and to be friends with all the nations and find a place in the world worth uniting for...but some wouldn't have it that way.
They declared war on me in order to better their greedy selves...I tried to make amends...but they wouldn't have it...and now...I am stuck in an eternal war...that haswaged since the forefather era of sword and shield, of spear and horse...and we hath only just reached an age of smoke and fire, of gun and bomb...how long will the wars drag on?...We can only hope it ends soon asI stand on the ruins of aonce great palace.
We fought an agressor, and we've won. Today, the rifles are silent. The bombers no longer take off. Missiles remain in their silos. I look around, and see a charred country. That is what it took. We believed the unthinkable, the atrocities we hath committed to surive.
We've won. But it doesn't feel like that. The world I hath onced loved, made us the monsters of this world-story.