Prologue
"Only the dead have seen the end of war."- Plato
Arnus Hill, Special Region
3:12 AM Earth time
September 6, 2018
D-Day+5
Lieutenant Meehan
Five days had passed since our original incursion across the gate. With relatively minimal casualties we have managed to hold our ground against what seem like this world's best. Of course, this world's 'best' was nothing compared to the small power we sent against them.
Every night, I along with many others was forced to watch the horizon, expecting a possible attack from the enemy, which was most nights. Yet the frontal assaults persisted, despite how the attacks were often in vain at the cost of many lives. Bodies nearly covered the entire hill, as if the Earth itself was forming another alongside the one we were on.
Tonight was another such night. From far away, legions of warriors from the Empire's vassal states were trying their best to be concealed by the night. A smart move, but they have not heard of flares, which light up the entire sky, exposing their positions.
Despite the fatigue we were getting, we were committed to hold our ground. Our weapons were at the ready, pointed towards the enemy and ready for a fight.
HEY GUYS. IM BACK! I AM SORRY THAT I HAVENT UPDATED MY OLD VERSION OF THE STORY AND THAT IS DUE TO BOTH COLLEGE AND LAZYNESS. TO FIX THIS, I AM ASKING FOR ANYONE TO HELP ME CREATE NEW CHAPTERS AND EVEN SOME ARTWORK FOR THIS STORY. I REALLY WANT TO FINISH THIS. ALSO, THIS IS A DIFFERENT VERSION OF THE STORY.
