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Lady of the Dragons
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Othern
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Chapter 1: Once a Great City
Chapter 1: Once a Great City
Before the dawn of history
Before the land and sea
There have been two
There will always be two
This we always knew
This was always true
Before the land and sea
There have been two
There will always be two
This we always knew
This was always true
Seattle, Washington. One of the most magnificent cities in the world. Now reduced to a smoking place of destruction and despair.
It had been a year since Othern and Earth had merged together and the devastating war between the Darkfull, Lightfull, and humans had started. Many cities were left in such a state around the world. Much of the beauty of the natural world in both planets had been desecrated. No one cared. No one really seemed to notice. It looked as if the only thing on the minds of the three warring factions was fighting pointlessly. For what purpose? For what reward? That question still had no answer.
Those who are not fighting were either wounded, missing, dead, or wandering. Darkfull, Lightfull, and humans alike. Many people at first tried to live in the remains of the cities and scavenge for supplies. Most perished. Many starved to death or died from lack of thirst. It was common for a survivor to get caught in a battle and die. A good number of survivors simply went insane and killed themselves. The war trudged on and on. There seemed to be no end in sight.
How long would the suffering continue? Until all sides were exterminated? Even then, what would the winners do? Their world was gone, merged together with pieces from each one sewed together to create strange new lands. And even then, these new lands held other terrors and hardships other than the war. How could they pick up the pieces? Were they even any pieces left to pick up? Despite this, the war kept on going. And it's going on.
Was this the end of the world?
It had been a year since Othern and Earth had merged together and the devastating war between the Darkfull, Lightfull, and humans had started. Many cities were left in such a state around the world. Much of the beauty of the natural world in both planets had been desecrated. No one cared. No one really seemed to notice. It looked as if the only thing on the minds of the three warring factions was fighting pointlessly. For what purpose? For what reward? That question still had no answer.
Those who are not fighting were either wounded, missing, dead, or wandering. Darkfull, Lightfull, and humans alike. Many people at first tried to live in the remains of the cities and scavenge for supplies. Most perished. Many starved to death or died from lack of thirst. It was common for a survivor to get caught in a battle and die. A good number of survivors simply went insane and killed themselves. The war trudged on and on. There seemed to be no end in sight.
How long would the suffering continue? Until all sides were exterminated? Even then, what would the winners do? Their world was gone, merged together with pieces from each one sewed together to create strange new lands. And even then, these new lands held other terrors and hardships other than the war. How could they pick up the pieces? Were they even any pieces left to pick up? Despite this, the war kept on going. And it's going on.
Was this the end of the world?
In the ruins of Seattle, a large battle was going on. The general looked over the city from the Space Needle, also ravaged by the fighting. It was a base for a few units of soldiers. Now the Darkfull and Lightfull both began bombarding it with attacks. Casualties were heavy for him. This damned war was really starting to break him. He was only in his mid-30's and he looked like he was 50. Wrinkles were drawn into his pale skin deeply and his eyes were dark with the depression of war.
"Fuck them." The general snarled, watching as a Darkfull ripped two soldiers in half like they were made of paper. "We're going to lose this base to those magical freaks."
Another younger man was standing next to him. He was missing an arm. His constant duties in war required him to be near or on the battlefield at all times. There was no time to get a mechanical arm. "Sir, shall we retreat?"
"I'll die sooner than I'll surrender to them." He spat.
"Sir, units three and two are completely wiped out. One has lost nearly half its soldiers and four has lost a quarter. Nearly ten thousand people have died. I strongly suggest we leave."
The general watched the human soldiers shoot and fight the Darkfull and Lightfull. Many had horrible injuries, yet kept on battling the opposing sides. One woman's leg was bended at an obscene angle, and yet she dragged herself and kept on shooting. A Lightfull soon put her out of her misery. Then a Darkfull proceeded to kill the Lightfull. "Dammit."
"Shall I give the signal?"
"For what?!"
"To retreat."
"Hell no! Get the bomb."
"E-Excuse me, sir?"
"Get the bomb, you deaf idiot!" The general spun around and yelled at the younger man. "The bomb! We're going to blast those fuckers!"
"S-Sir, I don't think we should!"
"And why not?!"
"They're might be survivors out there! They'll get caught in blast and they'll die!"
"Just send out the warning!"
"They won't make it in time!"
The general pushed the younger man out of the way and walked toward the command board. "Fuck you, you cowardly ass! I'll do it! I don't care who gets blasted in the process, I just want those damn things dead!" He slammed down on a button.
Out in the city, a loud voice echoed over the ruins of the city.
"Attention, survivors! Please evacuate the area! A bomb will be detonated in approximately an hour! Please head toward the red beam in the distance! There will be a shelter that will protect you! Countdown has begun."
A large brilliant beam of crimson began to illuminate in the distance. It began to move in quick circles, making the overhead clouds glow a red hue. The voice spoke again.
"Fifty nine minutes and fifty nine seconds remaining until detonation."
Survivors around the ruins heard the warning...
"Fuck them." The general snarled, watching as a Darkfull ripped two soldiers in half like they were made of paper. "We're going to lose this base to those magical freaks."
Another younger man was standing next to him. He was missing an arm. His constant duties in war required him to be near or on the battlefield at all times. There was no time to get a mechanical arm. "Sir, shall we retreat?"
"I'll die sooner than I'll surrender to them." He spat.
"Sir, units three and two are completely wiped out. One has lost nearly half its soldiers and four has lost a quarter. Nearly ten thousand people have died. I strongly suggest we leave."
The general watched the human soldiers shoot and fight the Darkfull and Lightfull. Many had horrible injuries, yet kept on battling the opposing sides. One woman's leg was bended at an obscene angle, and yet she dragged herself and kept on shooting. A Lightfull soon put her out of her misery. Then a Darkfull proceeded to kill the Lightfull. "Dammit."
"Shall I give the signal?"
"For what?!"
"To retreat."
"Hell no! Get the bomb."
"E-Excuse me, sir?"
"Get the bomb, you deaf idiot!" The general spun around and yelled at the younger man. "The bomb! We're going to blast those fuckers!"
"S-Sir, I don't think we should!"
"And why not?!"
"They're might be survivors out there! They'll get caught in blast and they'll die!"
"Just send out the warning!"
"They won't make it in time!"
The general pushed the younger man out of the way and walked toward the command board. "Fuck you, you cowardly ass! I'll do it! I don't care who gets blasted in the process, I just want those damn things dead!" He slammed down on a button.
Out in the city, a loud voice echoed over the ruins of the city.
"Attention, survivors! Please evacuate the area! A bomb will be detonated in approximately an hour! Please head toward the red beam in the distance! There will be a shelter that will protect you! Countdown has begun."
A large brilliant beam of crimson began to illuminate in the distance. It began to move in quick circles, making the overhead clouds glow a red hue. The voice spoke again.
"Fifty nine minutes and fifty nine seconds remaining until detonation."
Survivors around the ruins heard the warning...