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The Great War, it was said, started with the throwing of one rock. A young, angry man, forgotten in a dirty part of the world, outraged at the way his people had been treated for centuries, picked up a rock and hurled it at an armed soldier. This is all that was known of the start. Some, scholars and historians, believe that this legend had its origins in Israel, or Hong Kong, and some say even the streets of America. The war was so long and indeed so disastrous to mankind that no one seemed to know where the fighting started. They could only guess.
Where the scholars did come together with certainty, was on who and what to blame--RELIGION.
After the war, when the bodies were finally buried, burned, or worse, the tortured few who remained vowed to an ignoring God that He would never again scar the earth with the shadow of war.
With a stroke of a pen, religion was banned from the face of the earth. Mankind had officially told its "parent" that it was time for Him to leave. God was now on his own.
There were those, however, who believed that God had been a scapegoat. They thought it a mistake to turn their backs on religion and all that religion gave to one's purpose in life. Soon an underground was formed. In this underground, there came forth a hero.
This is his story.