Chasing Light

Hiya, Chizy here. This is a new story of mine that has been rolling around in my head lately called Chasing Light. It's very lightly inspired by Blood Plus, an anime, but has nothing to do with any of the characters or the actual story so I guess you can count this fic as an AU of sorts.
So, on to the story:
Prologue
August 21, 2031
Sir ---- Kairos
Remembering the Blood Purge is like seeing through a stranger’s eyes. I knew this person so well; at least I thought I knew. His life was so distant from my own, devoid of anything that I cared for intimately, as if he had somehow invaded my skin. However, that didn’t make the false existence empty or meaningless. No, I led a basic life with things that some envy: I had friends, family and I had a purpose that fueled my drive to live. I fought my hardest for that belief that I was right. I had to be right. Or else, I would never find the answers to why tragedy had stolen everything from me in such a short amount of time.
Everyone around me had felt the same way. Our world had been shaken, uprooted and turned on its head for so long that it was only natural that we wanted to do something about it. We had fought to protect the things that were so precious to us as one and we were so close to obtaining peace. With the chaotic whirlwind of war, how could I see the truth? How could anyone?
Those born after the Purge will be able to look back and pinpoint our mistakes. It would make sense to them, the sudden shift from war to peace. Kain, who had once been the most hated man in the world now was celebrated by even the most hated of his enemies and the birth of organic weapons had begun. After all, only we humans would be so foolish as to harness the tools of our own destruction.
The children of the future reading this probably curse our stupidity and self-righteously call us monsters with the power of hindsight. We always look at history with the ability to see what happens after the fact. The past is frozen and unmovable. However, for those of us who live in the present, we can change. We are vibrant, able to mold and shape our destinies like gods, uncaring and ignorant of what tomorrow will bring.
History is only a record of the chain of events that led us to do or not do. It’s not a calendar that spells out the exact actions of each and every day. Nobody knows what the future holds. The best we can do is score an incredibly lucky guess.
If anyone is able to stumble upon this journal, I beg of them to scrutinize these raw facts laid out before them as I, too, am relaying the truth of the Blood Purge through hindsight. Change our dying world before it is too late and cleanse the sins that I have created.
So, on to the story:
Prologue
August 21, 2031
Sir ---- Kairos
Remembering the Blood Purge is like seeing through a stranger’s eyes. I knew this person so well; at least I thought I knew. His life was so distant from my own, devoid of anything that I cared for intimately, as if he had somehow invaded my skin. However, that didn’t make the false existence empty or meaningless. No, I led a basic life with things that some envy: I had friends, family and I had a purpose that fueled my drive to live. I fought my hardest for that belief that I was right. I had to be right. Or else, I would never find the answers to why tragedy had stolen everything from me in such a short amount of time.
Everyone around me had felt the same way. Our world had been shaken, uprooted and turned on its head for so long that it was only natural that we wanted to do something about it. We had fought to protect the things that were so precious to us as one and we were so close to obtaining peace. With the chaotic whirlwind of war, how could I see the truth? How could anyone?
Those born after the Purge will be able to look back and pinpoint our mistakes. It would make sense to them, the sudden shift from war to peace. Kain, who had once been the most hated man in the world now was celebrated by even the most hated of his enemies and the birth of organic weapons had begun. After all, only we humans would be so foolish as to harness the tools of our own destruction.
The children of the future reading this probably curse our stupidity and self-righteously call us monsters with the power of hindsight. We always look at history with the ability to see what happens after the fact. The past is frozen and unmovable. However, for those of us who live in the present, we can change. We are vibrant, able to mold and shape our destinies like gods, uncaring and ignorant of what tomorrow will bring.
History is only a record of the chain of events that led us to do or not do. It’s not a calendar that spells out the exact actions of each and every day. Nobody knows what the future holds. The best we can do is score an incredibly lucky guess.
If anyone is able to stumble upon this journal, I beg of them to scrutinize these raw facts laid out before them as I, too, am relaying the truth of the Blood Purge through hindsight. Change our dying world before it is too late and cleanse the sins that I have created.