Hey, it's your boy, and I have just been informed by a direct message that, because of the dumb way I uploaded this, that the fanfiction website does not include the passage breaks that microsoft-word employs! As such, I've in essence created several blocks of text that if read line by line, make no goddamn sense whatsoever! Great news though, it only took me a year to notice this mistake, and I will immediately try to rectify it. Thank you, guy who sent me this message that I won't credit!

Enjoy.

The Blue Moons - Volume One:

Winter of a New World.

It has been nine millennia since the fall of man.

Nine millennia since the earth was torn asunder.

In a last bid for survival, humanity tore itself apart and fused their essence to creatures who could survive such calamitous conditions, in the hope that these demi-humans might one day carry on their legacy.

Sealing their knowledge in cataclysmic resistant vaults, the few humans left their creations to sleep, until the world was ready for the revival of life.

Hopeful, humanity faded away, believing that their last gifts of knowledge would benefit the beings that would replace them.

Calm eventually returned to the furious planet.

The creatures woke to a cleansed world and slowly wandered into the unknown, beginning to revive ideas and to dream of tomorrow.

The first to awaken were the Octrian. Their bodies strong, their ancestor's gifts great. But they were flawed. Only suited for individual survival, it was near impossible to procreate. Undeterred, they would have to quickly adapt the many technologies their forefathers had given them as they explored the surrounding land, creating monstrous beings on the way.

The next to awake from their slumber were the Urchin, a small ocean away from the Octrian. Tall, and protected with chitin armor, they strove into the vast jungles before them, finding only ruins. The Urchin would soon find the meek Anemone, and the two would become intertwined in the ages to follow.

An ocean away, The Crustacean would be the next to enter the new world. The three breeds of crab, prawn, and lobster found themselves surrounded by water, and lived quietly in harmony. Near immortal, they would soon run out of land, and begin to colonize any Island near to them. Innovation and Invention would define them, along with their prized naval works of their archipelago.

From the depths, the Fish creatures awoke next. Their intelligence sacrificed for many gifts, the ability to breathe underwater being the largest. These merfolk were primitive, but spread quickly through the oceans, claiming any coasts and rivers as their homes. Peaceful at first, these creatures would soon descend into barbarity, perhaps forgetting their roots entirely in the ocean depths.

The Jellyfish would soon awaken from their ancient vaults, but unlike all others who had come before them, they were slow to leave. Cautious by nature, these soft bodied creatures would only leave their mountains in large numbers, and then return once they had seen their Octrian neighbors. These amorphous beings would quietly hide, with only the bravest and curious to continue their exploration of what lays beyond their shared island.

Then the last, and maybe the strangest awoke. An experiment gone awry, or the product of a maddened scientist, the squid entered the new world. These creatures had a strange liquid that coursed through their veins, which allowed them to change their entire being to a lithe form. In their second bodies, they could swim on land, vertically if they desired, so long as the colored fluid stained the surface of the world. They called the substance that flowed through them ink, and would call themselves Inklings. Immune to thirst and in perfect homeostasis, they thought themselves invincible… until it rained.

Water tore them apart, the liquid ripping and tearing their flesh, washing away their precious ink. Hiding from the flooding world, they would discover the gifts of the Ancients that had made them. Gifts of metal, and rubber. They would then strike out into the settled world and carve a way to live in a planet that seemingly wanted to end their existence.

The Octrian, seeing the Inklings as an inferior version of themselves, preemptively warred with this emergent race. This would be the first of many mistakes on their part, as even with their established frontiers, the Octrian would eventually be pushed all the way back into their underground caverns, protected by a large valley. They would fester their hatred for these Inklings, and would dedicate their entire existence to retaking their land back.

The Jellyfish, fearful that these new creatures would do the same to them as they did to their southern neighbors, started taking as much of the lowlands as possible, as to gain a buffer to protect their mountain homes. Their numbers great, the swarms thought they could contain the Inklings as they did to the Octrian.

The Inklings quickly came to understand that their new foe couldn't be simply cut down, and began developing new weapons. Realizing the substance that coursed through them was harmful to other life, the Inklings quickly started to weaponize themselves. Dubbed 'Harquebus', these long tubes would turn the tide in the war, spraying ink several yards and making the ground a toxic mire for the bare Jellyfish.

With victory in their sights, the Inklings thought themselves finally free to build more than fortifications.

But the Urchin of the western continent had seen the hunger for war in the nations a strait apart from them. It would only be a matter of time before the Inklings would attempt to gain access to the more fertile and unexplored continent the Urchin and Anemone lived on. War was their only choice. They would raid and siege the Inkling's island from the west, and fight for ages to come.

The nomadic Fish-Tribes too would lay claim to the island's coasts, sensing opportunity through war. These creatures would be driven back, again and again, but were impossible to exterminate.

Surrounded by enemies north, east, and west, the Inklings were unsurprised when invaders from the south came. A Crustacean nation having gone rogue from their race, settling the seemingly empty lands that were the southern deltas and cliffs. These invaders would also be repulsed, but would flee back onto the dreadful ocean and return, year after year.

Surrounded by war and water, and unwilling to surrender, the Inklings began to invent new ways to survive, dedicating every single part of their being for the survival of their race; total war.

With borders never truly defined, it is up to the patrolling Battle Companies to guard their nation and repulse threats from the eternal battle fronts they are part of. To protect from internal and external threats to their right to life.

This is the story of one of those battle companies.

The Tenth Company.

The Blue Moons.