
Prologue
There were four. They were inseparable, the best of friends. They had so much fun, even with all the ups and downs that came. They saw so much wrong with the world and they set out to fix it.
There were three. They were cracked, broken. But they wouldn't give up, not yet. Not when there was still so much wrong with the world. They had to fix it, for them.
There were two. Almost broken beyond repair. But still fixable. They had come so little, yet lost so much. They were angry, sad, but they couldn't give up, not yet.
There was one. Broken, sad, angry. Oh they were so angry. There was so much wrong with the world. They couldn't give up.
They gave up.
There was one. Broken, sad, hopeful. There was so much wrong with the world. But maybe. Maybe. They picked up a quill and laid it to paper. They couldn't give up, not yet.