Hey all yeah I know it's another story from Doilan, why can't he just keep writting his other stories? well I was bored and I can't think of where to go with the other stories so this is a mental block "Mincer" as you could say :P
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French resistance!
Dove woke subtly, almost falling out of bed.
Her grand papa had woken her again with his recording of the French national anthem, with him singing slightly off tune with it.
Let's go children of the fatherland;
the day of glory has arrived!
Against us tyranny's
Bloody flag is raised! Bloody flag is raised!
In the countryside, do you hear
the roaring of these fierce soldiers?
They come right to our arms
to slit the throats of our sons, our friends!
Dove rubbed her eyes as she slowly rose from the bed, she knew she could not go back to bed, her grand papa would not allow it, oh no she tried that once and got the pigs dinner thrown on her bed, Dove can still remember the smell.
Grab your weapons, citizens!
Form your battalions!
Let us march! Let us march!
May impure blood
Water our fields!
That bit would always send chills down Doves spine, it was not the lyrics that did it though it was more that her grand papa was yelling it, showing that he was passionate about the song though you did not need to hear the song to know he was passionate about his people, a day would not go past without him retelling a story of his "glory days" back to Dove.
"Back in my day" he would say "we did not have any of these fancy crystals, your generation seems so immersed in" Dove would roll her eyes at every story "Of course Grand papa, but what of your Windstone Crystal?" she would ask.
He would laugh at this "insurance my dear, insurance" though Dove was always certain of one thing about his stories, they would always make her laugh and that is what he intended them to do, they were his way of seeing her smile. No one knows why he tries so hard to do this perhaps he was afraid that each day would be his last or that he felt it was his duty to do so after what happened to her parents.
This horde of slaves, traitors, plotting kings,
what do they want?
For whom these vile shackles,
these long-prepared irons? These long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, oh! What an insult!
What emotions that must excite!
It is us that they dare to consider
Returning to ancient slavery!
What! These foreign troops
would make laws in our home!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
would bring down our proud warriors! Would bring down our proud warriors!
Good Lord! By chained hands
our brows would bend beneath the yoke!
Vile despots would become
the masters of our fate!
Suddenly the music stopped causing Dove to break out of her train of thought, Wren burst through her door "Dove, we have invaders!" he cried.
"What!?" Dove asked shocked.
"Grab your armour and meet me outside!" Wren replied before slamming the door leaving Dove alone once more.
Dove rushed to her closet pulling out something not every young girl would have in her closet, a pot and a door to a stove oven as well as her work uniform.
3 minutes passed and Dove was out the door next to Wren as they stared into the cloud that was approaching their peaceful Terra, its inner core was red and violent.
"Now you remember what I told you Dove?" Wren asked, which was answered with a silent nod.
"What did I tell you?" he demanded.
Dove sighed "I am a part of the resistance, we are one but we are many standing against those that look to destroy what we love" a small smile could be seen on Wren's face "That's my girl" he praised before running towards their Catapult that faced towards the cloud that drew near.
"Load her up" Wren ordered which Dove followed, loading up a mattress on to the holder.
Suddenly Cyclonian's appeared from the clouds, but this time it was not like last time, they had a commander with them, this wasn't good at all.
"FIRE!" Wren cried as Dove pulled the trigger sending the mattress flying towards the Cyclonian's formation with a little help from Wren's Windstone crystal it was rocketed faster than they expected.
It connected with one of the Talons 2 spaces away from the commander sending him off his skimmer and into the wastelands.
Wren and Dove celebrated but before long they were loading another house hold item onto the Catapult, but they took too long, by now the Cyclonian's had reached them and the Commander was firing on the Catapult position.
Dove and Wren retreated, their hands over their heads as shots were splattering all around the Catapult.
They spread out in hopes of less chance of being hit, this was a bad idea it turns out as the Talons were there not just to terrorize them but to gain something, that something was Dove.
By the time they had figured this out it was too late, Dark Ace had landed and was speeding towards Doves position.
Dark Ace Pulled his arm out and wrapped it around Doves waist at full speed leaving her winded.
Dark Ace sped off letting his wings out when he had a firm grip of Dove, retreating back to where he came from, all the while Dove was pulling back towards her Terra and Wren who was on his knees watching in horror as his granddaughter was taken away.
It was a grim day for the resistance.
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Author Notes:
There could be another chapter, if I get the motivation to do it of course :P
I was actually surprised by how blood thirsty the French national Anthem is, makes ours look like childs play :P
I hope you enjoyed this!
From the one they call Doilan.