โ Scribed by Jae Vogel
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
... The army was off in the distance still, but even as they approached, the planet marked their approach.
Huge red ants, larger than most I had seen closer to the Capitol, all scurried into their holes. They were going underground, and I knew that if we were wise, we too would follow.
It is only the petulant and the foolhardy who fight their wars on the surface in spite of so great a force.
We were the Fae Resistance. Fighters who held close to their ideals, and even though we didnt have a very good statistical chance of success, we were ready to both kill and die for what we believed in. The problem was that we could no longer continue to live as we had been living. We had reached a breaking point. There was nothing more to lose beyond the physical forms that we held, and even those were beginning to wane.
The enemy had so much more than us in almost every regard. The only thing that we had an abundance of was self-righteous pride, and determination. It served us well, because when you think that you are in the right, and that your cause is just, you can draw on stores that previously hadnt existed.
The heat was unbearable, even from my position sequestered amongst the rocks. I was holed off to the side of the primary theater. The whole scenario was a last stand attempt to draw the troops out from the Capitol, and then assassinate their chain of command starting with the leader of their army, Lord Xan.
First, the shots came down over my position. It was all Fae Magic, which is what made this whole battle so sickening. A country should never have to sustain the hells of a civil war, but when the flames exploded in dangerous circumference around the incendiary projectiles, I wasnt thinking about the cruelties of war any longer.
None of us were.
Just then, there was a tear in my vision and I was in another place altogether...
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