Once upon a time there was a ravaged cloud world. The clouds were once a pale gray but they had absorbed so much blood and dust from fallen fairies that they became pink and sparkly. The buildings (among the ones that haven't been completely destroyed) and shattered windows and several holes in the walls. Many battles between fairies and their counterparts were waged on this land. The fairies and anti-fairies are a unlike most of the ones you would know today, back in these times fairies were just as big as human adults and were built for battle. The anti-fairies wanted control of the fairies' world and dominance over the early human beings on earth but the fairies could not let that happen. The war had taken its toll on both sides. Dr. Glenn Studwell and his nurse Maria Von Strangle were struggling to heal the fairies from their most recent battle.
"Dr. Studwell we lost another one. I'm afraid that we couldn't stop the bleeding in time." Maria whispered.
"It's not your fault Maria. If this war continues, the fairies and the anti-fairies will be wiped out." Dr. Studwell said. "Your son is going to be drafted tomorrow, isn't he?"
Maria silently gazed at the Rows of injured patients with the grim thought that one of them may be her son one day.
"Jorgen has a strong will, he won't go down easily." Dr. Studwell reassured.
"Yeah!" Young Jorgen Von Strangle yelled as he punched through his bedroom wall, where a picture of an anti-fairy had been. "Those anti-wimps are going down once I'm enlisted!"
A unusually large fairy opens Jorgen's broken bedroom door.
"Son, may I speak with you?." Aaron Von Strangle asked.
"Are you going to give me advice on how to crush those anti-wusses?" Jorgen enthusiastically asked.
"No! Son, this is not a game! You need to man up!" Aaron yelled and slapped Jorgen in the face. "A soldier shouldn't act like that in times of war!"
"Yes sir! Father sir!"
"War is not about how many antis you can kill or even how much you can weaken the enemy. It's about protecting our home and your fellow fairies!
Aaron had given him this speech dozens of times but Jorgen has a thick head and all he could care about was strangling little anti-fairies no matter how many times his father beats him.
"But I can still crush those blue freaks, right?"
"Son, the Army needs men who know what they are fighting for, not boys who just wants to kill all the bad guys. What would your mother or I think if your recklessness got you killed?"
"I am not going to die!"
"Ugh! Fine, I'm not going to get through to you! Go ahead, die!" Aaron slams the door.
"Sheesh, I hope he won't be the commander of my division."
Aaron looked through the large gaping hole in the living room at the suffering fairies on the outside. Many were homeless and they were left to survive with out their spouses and parents. Even women were out in the battlefield if their husbands were pregnant or killed.
"I don't want my son caught up in this horror but it's not like I have a choice. I cannot the anti-fairies over take us and stop the development of the human race. It's time for me to return to the troops."