This is the story of a young child named Onion. Onion was born into his life as the noble young'un of power, set on the path to becoming a leader for the Camathrians, in the ongoing war against despotic Cesgons. Onion had loved to play in the fields, usually accompanied by his father, who'd always guided Onion to do whatever he'd believed was best in achieving Onion's destiny. Of course, like every good parent, Onion's father wasn't always right, but for someone like him, it didn't always matter. Onion has stated previously that he'd enjoyed his childhood, even though it was so short.
Three days after his birth, Onion decided he'd like to try the only thing he's seen anyone do since the very moment he entered this world. Onion asked, unsuspecting of what his future may hold as a result of him uttering this short phrase — "Can I begin the training yet, father?" His father gave back a short stare, slightly disappointed. He knew that, once this training started, Onion's time as a young child would be over. Yet, even with that knowledge, he'd believed there was nothing to do but tell Onion the truth: That soon, Onion would need to become an important leader in the war.
Onion was not upset at the horizon of this knowledge. In fact, he was delighted. He'd finally have a purpose, after all, and after three long days of what he believed at the time to be boring old field-hopping, he was looking forward to serving his destiny in the eyes of his beloved father. After that, Onion spent his free time not jumping around in useless old fields; No, he was committed to his new purpose. He'd begin lifting weights, dedicated to becoming the strongest Camathrian that'd ever lived. And so, his lovable warm eyes did not change, and nor did his aspirations. He'd wanted to one day become the best war veteran that's ever lived, aside from being the sole reason the Camathrians won the war, too.
Like most childish dreams, Onion's were no match for reality. Soon he'd find himself lost in the world, and his pure muscle was no match for modern inventions like knives, or bullets. And, on his first birthday, after just one week of living, Onion had died after a bullet touched his finger, on the 3rd of December, 2024. He lived a beautiful life, and his efforts in the war should not go unnoticed. Please take a moment of silence to honor the brilliant life of Onion, the real war veteran of our hearts.