Just playing around a bit...

The Astrolic was meant to unite a scattered world through peace and diplomacy.
            He instead took it upon himself to bind it together by force.
            It was the most ancient, overused method for such conquerors and the many power-hungry, but my country wasn’t the first to fall into this new conglomerate empire. Not one sovereign nation was prepared for the Astrolic. He wasn’t so much prideful of his might, or hungry for glory, as we are used to such conquerors being. His terrifyingly cruel, unreadable yet powerful determination was something no one seemed to know how to defend against.

Perhaps we were all meant to be part of one World Empire. The individual forces of each country were simply too small, too selective. As prepared as we thought we were for any invasion, these individualities were stolen, our names taken and forced into cooperation.
            I hated him; that man whose face I’d never seen. He twisted the prophecies and hopes for the Astrolic into a terror of blood and anger, and without any excuse for fear and pain. I had no desire to be a part of the world he was creating.
            I wanted to run, leave the country, but failed to convince my family of the same. I couldn’t leave them alone to stand against an invasion they had no choice but to face.
            So I chose another method of escape. Something more deadly.