I look at the letter in my hands debating wether or not to open or burn it I quickly use my claws to open it and oh aye sure enough it's a fucking conscription notice for me

I have to report to the air cadet base in my town to get organised by that Friday

I walk to my mums house to tell her

"OVER MY FUCKING DEAD BODY" she is livid and ready to go to war herself, I try telling her that there's that can be done but before I get a word in my phone starts going crazy, turns out damn near all of my pals have received the same bastarding letter, my next port of call is my friend dyllan to see how he's taking it

"Hey bud"

"Hey gal (my nickname) i take it you received your letter"

"Aye apparently everyone has"

"Really?"

"Aye check the group chat man it's fucking exploding"

"Damn well at least we wont be on our lonesome"

"Heh yeah that's one way of looking at it"

I quickly light a fag and ask him one last question

"Do you think we're going to see the end of it?"

"I don't know gal that's one question I can't answer"

Fast forward a week later

Pretty much all my mates had been drafted into this war at present we were on our way to the old RAF base in kirknewton

Apparently that was were we'd be sorted into our regiments

The ride over was as silent as the grave nobody said anything or did anything it was as though if anyone moved all hell would break loose

Once we arrived we were told to form into ranks of three for the officers arrival

The officer came carrying a clipboard and began calling out the names of people and designating them into regiments

"John Anderson, 1st battalion 1 Scots "

"Dylan Difolco, 3rd battalion The black watch 3 Scots"

"James Devine, 2nd battalion highland fusiliers 2 Scots"

And so on until my name came up

"Kieran Gallagher, 3rd battalion the black watch 3 Scots"

I left the lineup and went to my battalion thankfully a good few of my mates were put there too

Thank fuck for that cause I don't think I could have survived the training without them

After being assigned to a battalion we were sent to retrieve our uniforms then sent to barracks

That first wake up call for training was something to remember let me tell you fuck It was bloody traumatic nothing better than getting blasted with ice and wind as an alarm clock

Trust our drill sergeant to be a bloody ice dragon

The majority of training for that week was pretty basic however we were told that the next step was magical and elemental manipulation

Thankfully we were taught that in high school however nowhere near as bad the army drilled us

After the six month period of basic we were sent to a base in Germany a ball hair away from the front lines for more extensive training

Now this is where things get interesting