Prelude
There is no such thing as winning a war.
This is a lesson I learned, and one that I can never forget. They say that a war is won when the other side loses, but both sides will always lose. Every war costs a price too high to ever justify it. It doesn’t matter why they are fighting, or what they’re fighting for; at the end of the day, someone’s dearest love will never come home, and all that will be left is the empty void and the inescapable question of whether it was all worth it in the end. The ones who survived will always be haunted. They will carry it with them wherever they go, and it will taint everything they ever do.
This is the story of my war. The war that took everything from me, and left me adrift. The war that robbed me of my childhood, the war that turned paradise to purgatory, the war that showed me just what it means to lose it all. The deadliest wizarding war of all time, the war of clouds, the war of souls.
This is the story of the Phoenix War, and the story of how I died.