Authors note;
This is my first fan fiction, so comments, suggestions, and criticism are welcomed. In this story many things will remained unexplained, in all likely hood it will be touched up on my other stories. The relationships will not be covered in full length but will be in another story. So let us get on with the show.
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7:00 am Ship docks, Windbloom
The air was teeming with smells. It was not the pleasant smell of peace, like people with foreign spices or fruit. No, it was the smell of war. There was warships loaded with weapons, people were scurrying about, some with tools going to people or moving enormous missiles into the ships. The lingering scent was that greasy oily smell like the one after changing the engine of your car. Well after ten years of peace, the winds of fate started to blow.
Eight years after the Yuna attack in a stroke of luck, Archduke Nagi escaped out of prison. Next year slaves started to appear. Then in the next year during a strategic meeting between the many nations, Nagi revealed his presences, by merging with Shwartz and with his loyal supporters. Using Slaves and tactics, he took Lustia Remus killing all of the royal blood. In there, he set up a new nation, the Independent Nation of Shwartz. As the saying goes evil attracts evil, criminals from far and wide came to him in search of haven. With that and a couple of stolen and newly repaired warships, he started his army. So on the same day the end of Windbloom's War, Nagi invaded Romulus starting an international crisis. Immediately the world once more responded with the creation of the United Nations. Therefore, the world prepared its guns, readying for an attack and a counterattack. Windbloom though would get the most. Nagi needed the technology of Garderobe to conquer the entire world. So in the Windbloom's ship docks they readied for a battle in the near future or the present. Even as the men readied they were not ready for the casualties, not many people were coming home.
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Unmarked Location, 7:30 am
In secret they met, an old council, it has been many years since this council came together. Eight shadowed forms each distinct voices were heard.
"We must stops this war, the world can't take it anymore," said one.
"No, if we take action we risk the start of another incident. As well it will only cause more damage," another said.
Back and forth, harsh words were exchanged, in tandem with solutions to this problem. When it looked to be that blood would be shed, two lone figures walked in.
"It has been decided we are to go to war with Earl," one said
"As well a commander with experience with Earl will lead," another said.
It ended then with specific forces assigned to the new armada and with many protests.
Only four of the eight figures remained.
"So will it be during this war," one said.
"Yes," another one said.
"After all accidents happen don't they," the third one said.
With that, they left, waiting to spring up the trap for the old dragon and waited for their dreams of conquest to come to a reality.
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Author's note; prologue done and life is happy. Review please.