[ WP ] `` I wish I was real . I wish I was alive . But I am neither ... ''

The ethereal forms of the dead join me as I make my trek towards the megalopolis of the invaders. They came to this Earth and made it their home, but in that act they killed thousands. The people of this peaceful Earth point pleaded for me to intervene when there was time but I had not. How could I? I had no right to meddle in the matters of the living. This was a conflict between humans. Still, as the war began and blood spilled, I got to know the horrors of war. The natives were not peaceful by any means, however this war was on a level unprecedented. I watched as settlements were wiped out in an instant, soldiers and the families they fought to protect were slaughtered in a systematic fashion by means unknown. It was an inhumane war fought by humans on other humans. Still, I hesitated. 
 
 I was close to the borders of the city now, and the ghastly phantoms rose from the mass graves as I passed them by to join me. They marched, forms of all ages. Some had already begun to assimilate once again with the Earth and were losing their shape but it was still easy to tell that they were the souls of humans. Their pain echoed within my mind through the connection that we all shared, and it was that pain that drove me. The spirits began to fade as I got closer to the city and soon the last of them were gone leaving me alone in an unfamiliar world. 
 
 When I made it into the city it was bustling with life. People were rushing from one place to another in large droves, all preoccupied with some sort of business. They looked no different from the natives, yet their expressions seemed absentminded. It was strange that these aloof people were the ones devastating the natives who were so proud of their war prowess. Still, I could see what was so dreadful about these humans. Unlike the natives I felt no connection with any of them. Their minds were in disarray and their thoughts occupied with things that I could not understand. They appeared to be lost in their chaotic city, on an endless quest to fulfill their own goals. I felt unbelievable frustration as I realized that while I came here to enact revenge on these humans, I could not find a single one of them to be held culpable. They were all to blame and yet they were not. 
 
 They passed me by without noticing me, just like anyone else. I was not a form that a living being could see. I was something else, just a ghost in the wind, a shapeless form of something long gone. In this form I wandered the Earth and was able to witness it's beauty and it's horrors. This was the form I always intended to keep despite my many temptations to intervene. 
 
 I made it to the center of the city and finally I felt prepared. Above me, the dark clouds gathered as if on cue. The people were now clearing off the streets and I could faintly sense their presences retreating into the safety of their homes. At last, their thoughts were organized, and the collective emotion was that of fear. Though they could not sense me, they understood that something was coming. 
 
 I hesitated. I hesitated because I knew that I would be giving in to a temptation that I've had for as long as I have existed. Intervening in the matters of the living was playing the role of a god, and I knew full well that I was not one. Though the natives had utmost faith in me, I was not within my rights to do what I was about to. The world could be a cruel place yet there was a fairness in it. The living existed in their perpetual cycle, and wherever it took them, it was not my concern. I had no right to direct it's course. 
 
 Still, as the rain began to fall and the first bolt of lightning flashed overhead I knew that my hesitation was for naught. I was already here, and even if I changed my mind, the act had already occurred. The storm intensified until I felt as if I were standing beneath a waterfall. Lightning continued to flash and the sky turned darker still as the advent of thunder began to take form. It was a massive, ugly creation, a sphere large enough to resemble the moon, crackling menacingly with the life given to it by it's misguided creator. It's purpose was annihilation. 
 
 It descended onto the city slowly and the world turned into silence and a blinding flash as the advent fulfilled it's purpose. I could feel the life being ripped from this city's inhabitants as everything was vaporized without distinction. I trembled from the power, and yet I also knew that this was a turning point. I had trespassed into the domain of the living, and now I would be forever entangled within it. This was a single city, but there were many more. The war would continue and the suffering will never end. I had not solved anything. Still, I also at last felt a semblance of emotion within me. I finally began to understand the humans that I had wistfully observed for so long. Their involvement within the very act of living allowed them to truly exist in those brief bursts. 
 
 I wish I was real, I wish I was live. But I am neither. Just a phantom that ached to become human but found itself becoming a weapon. As my vision returned I could see that the city was vaporized. Only a few charred frames of the sturdiest buildings remained. I could n't sense anything alive around me. It was finally done, and yet it was only beginning. I now became the death dealer involved in the affairs of the living.
