Chp06 the battle

Buttressed with mountains on the right, cliffs to the sea on the left. wide passes into the valley plateau from the northeast and southeast. This is where the family will make its stand. I see in my minds eyes the future battle.

But strange visions haunt me. Visions of things, beings? I don't understand. I see a ship of killers floating to the sea floor, a black whale with Men dressed as priest. Dragons falling from the clouds into the Valley of the Dead. Jasper and priests fighting in golden hills, with empty crystal cages. I must understand and yet I cannot.

Wandering I find myself at the Quileute sacred circle. Shit I have broken the treaty. I should run but they will know from my scent.

: The sea coast cliffs deep in the Quileute lands.

"Come little one, sit with me, watch the whales."

I look about and see a ghost sitting in an alcove of rock. I walk forward, kneeling. I want, need to speak, but my voice is stilled.

"Sit Alice, becalm. The ancient one has called us." Sue Clearwater speaks, she strips off her cloths and kneels with me. I strip mine, unsure why but know it is the thing to do. She leans forward laying her head to the ground. The supplicant pose, I follow.

"Rise daughters of the Fates." We lean back into the kneeling position, a brilliant woman, in ancient buckskins and grass. Her face is like no Quileute in the present or past.

Sitting she beckons us to sit with her. We crawl over in awe of this goddess.

"I am Light of the World, born in the city of Bor on the Yenisei river. My parents left to explore; to the Eastern Sea. My mother died on the journey to the sea. Moon children killed my father on the Mys Bezymyannyy Cape. The Quileute found, brought me here at the age of 4. Look you can see the Grey Whale spouts along the waves."

We watch, time is irrelative as we see without eyes the world among us.

"The φέρνοντας τον Χάρον, the bringer of Charon; reapers of souls. She came forth with a wounded man, of heart and soul so pure. I fell in love, I left my position as spirit walker, the Shaman of the tribes. To be his wife. He gave me a son. I had to die so he could live with the gifts of mine and her's. So, his descendant would save the world and make the future secure. She has returned to us, returned to her heritage. The φέρνοντας τον Χάρον has returned, to teach her, bring her into the light of the Gods. Soon she shall merge the vampires into her blood, becoming more than all, more than we could ever be."

I think she talking about Bella, a reaper. The stories are gruesome and horrifying. Yet I feel safe and loved by her. Why?

"Alice, you were born from the last child of Kelos. The bringer of vampires in to this world. They were originally the Guardians of Atlantis. Noble and moral: They were all originally yellow eyes, it was only after the Battle of Har Məgiddô; the Christian's so think the Plain of Jezreel. But is was far to the south on the African Plain; a place of crowds in the shadow of a range of hills. Human are so conceded. The animals and man crowd below the peaked of Dawida massif, Vuria. Dabida. The Taita Hills within the ancient lands of YAM."

She pets my cheek, I feel her goodness and warmth. "You are part Vampire and part goddesses. Born to aid those who cannot help themselves, Shield bearer to the Péra apó ton ánthropo of the φέρνοντας τον Χάρον. You will aid her in changing this world. As will your family come to see the world anew. Take pebble from the fire-pit, lay them about the meadow, war will destroy. Know they will make your foes cringe in fear. Now both of you go in sisterhood of the spirit world. Sisters of the new light rising in the heavens jewels." She disappears.

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I find the mountain, watch the smoke rise from the valley, hear the screams of slaves. I retreat to call the family. Turning in an oxbow meadow. I find myself surrounded by some thirty men. Some short, like Inuit's of Denali. Some black like coal. Some faces from Lapland. Four white men in priest robes.

"Major Jasper Whitlock CSA-Texas, son of the Healer. You are the first Yellow eyes we have ever met. Strange to have warred all these years against the red eyes, a never cross your clans path."

I stare at them shocked and stunned, who are they.

"I am 1st Lieutenant John Sebastian Cole, USA-Maine 1st Ranger and First Special Service Force. Captain Ludwig Obenauf of the Alpenkorp Infanterie-Leib-Regimen. Major Dankl von Krasnik, Füsilier-Kompanie 36 of the Waffen-Grenadier-Division der SS, and Color Sergeant Eric Cazador Argentina 4th "Coraceros General Lavalle" Mountain Cavalry Regiment. We are Enkidu."

"you're all wolves?"

"No. Our brothers the Inuit's' are the clan Gyrfalcon, our brother the Saan from South Africa are the clan Cape Buffalo, our brother from the Russia northern capes are the Sami, clan Bear. We four are the clan Panther. You are familial with our brother the Quileute, clan Wolf."

"your all shapeshifter?"

"Yes. We are here to serve in your war against the evil ones in the mountain. Your family is even now readying the field for the Volturi. We must destroy the gathering of Telchines. Your family is safe with its allies. We are called here to wage war for the future of humanity."

"The Volturi are many to my small family and friends; even with the Quileute the odds are not good."

"Your goddess Bella is more than enough to destroy them. Let alone the Clan of the wolf, and the Princes of Aeacus. Even now the Princes rise to take the Volturi cannon fodder to their death. In the Dawn tomorrow, we will strike the Telchines, as your family destroys the Red eyes. Tomorrow we will fulfill are oaths to the gods. Our honor will be recovered."

"Ok, I need to hunt. Make camp in the draw to the east. I will return." I swiftly find and drain four bears. I will need the strength for the battle. I think on how to use the Enkidu's. I need more information. I don't know the enemy's strength and weakness. I wish Alice was here. Returning the German SS office hands, me a sat-phone. Alice tells me of here vision of tomorrow for me. The Telchines will rely on their traps and technology. Setting the battle in the narrow space of the caves if we let them.

"Cole what are your strengths?"

"Well now. The Inuit's are dragons, they can leap and glide, not real flying. The Sami and Saan are King Polar Bears and Pelorovis buffalos; big heavy tanks. We are overlarge Xenosmilus,k swift, sure ruthless cats. The four Princes coming to aid us are all experienced warriors and soldiers. They bring the counter technology. You have the brains and will to lead and the motivation to not fail."

"OK. I've scouted the battle field. The traps and the tripwires. You, the Princes, dragons, bears and me need to ascend that mountain tonight. The Saan with two red eyes friends of mine will work up the valley in twilight. Yes, I trust them. Garrett and Kachiri. All warriors ready to battle this evil."

We sit around a campfire hidden in forest, in an hour we leave for the climb. I watch the groups mingle, unafraid. The Princes ready their tech, making sure they will not fail. I can not fail. Even if it cost me my life. I must protect my family, protect humanity, protect my pixie little smiling wife; Alice.

I close my eyes and daydream a little of her. The taste of her skin, the feel of her hair. The mellow giggle, that signals a blush. The emotions so strong, they feed me for weeks. Missing her, missing her arms around me. I dream of her in the high meadow above Forks; wild flowers glow about us. Waking clouds and making nonsensical stories. Being the man, I never was in my youth. I know Edward, Carlisle, and Emmet had these moments in their youth.

I can remember always working, being at war; with Indians, land, family and community. I remember thinking after my first battle outside of New Orleans, this is my home, I have found my place in this life. A warrior in War. Then Marie, and her wars. Then lost without purpose and cause. Till Alice showed me I was meant for more then dead. I was meant to be my families protector, the shield bearer of the clan.

"hey" I feel a kick to my foot. Opening my eyes into Cole's face. "Time to Diddi (Military slang for go ) up the hill." He walks away. We gather to leave, those staying are somber. Many of us will not return to families and homes. I watch the unsure eyes, and worried glances.

"Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. (Othello, Act V, scene 2, line 267) We all know what and why we are here. The enemy is beyond the far hill, waiting in the valley of death. We shall not retreat from this fight: one inches: one moment. ὦ ξεῖν', ἀγγέλλειν Λακεδαιμονίοις ὅτι τῇδε (O xein', angellein Lakedaimoniois hoti täde) κείμεθα τοῖς κείνων ῥήμασι πειθόμενοι. (keimetha tois keinon rhämasi peithomenoi.) {Go tell the Spartans, stranger passing by, that here, obedient to their laws, we lie}. We are all that stands between the Evil and our family, our people, humanity, the world. Take any doubts, any worried and cast them in the fire. From here out, WE ARE THE SWORD. WE ARE EXPENDABLE, HERE AND NOW WE ARE MAR'S GREATEST FEAR. WARRIOR GIVING ALL NOT FOR GLORY, RICHES: FOR THE MAN TO YOUR RIGHT: THE MAN TO YOUR LEFT: FOR THE PEOPLE WHO WILL NEVER KNOW OUR SACRIFICE, SCARS, OUR DEATHS. WE FIGHT SO THE WORLD WILL LIVE IN THE LIGHT. HUMANITY SHALL BE FREE."

I watch the worries and doubt flee into the fires flames. Warriors, battle hardened seeking into the depths of their soul for the valor. The uncommon Valor that only those pure of soul and mind possess. Checking knifes, weapons, packs. We few, we Band of Brothers. As Leonidas said looking out from the heights above the Thermopylae 'with these men, I can defeat a million enemies. Make a million widows lament our birth, our death, our courage to stand. They will tremble in horror at our Screams of Molon labe' (Come and get them.)

We ready to move: the lines of brotherhood, Major Thompson said before we defending the redoubt at Gertiia next to Algiers protecting the rail line west. "Forever and forever, farewell, Gentlemen! If we meet again, then we'll smile indeed. If not, it's true, this parting was well done. (Julius Caesar act 5 scene 1 pg6)"

"HOORAY!" cries the men.

We head up the hill to our fate. To win or lose this battle. To give all for each and every solider on this field. I look back in the dark at the happy smiles, the gleeful demeanor. For the first time I walk into Battle, a happy man. "We few, we Band of Brothers" I whisper in the wind.

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Off the Washington coast 300 miles, Gulf of Alaska. 0300

The Assault ship plowed thru rollers of waves' rocking the ship. The Battalion of mercenaries lay in their bed, worried about the battle at dawn on the America coast. All who survive the battle will become immortal. All who survives will forever be gods on this planet. Many dream of debauchery, revenge, wealth and above all else immortally.

The shark like fin cuts the waves. In the troughs between the crests; its slender metal pole reveals the largest, most deadly of beast in the sea. Below, a crew dressed in the priest robes of the modern Navy. The jumpsuits are Dark Blue, almost black as coal. The Captain turns from the periscope to his executive officer.

"Mr. Denny, if you will. Commit those souls to Davy Jones locker"

"Aye, Aye Sir! Chief of the boat? Prepare tubes one and two"

"Tubes one and two ready!"

"Open outer doors"

"Outer doors open."

"open inner doors!"

"inner doors open, board green. Target hot!"

"Raeder's Reef (a WWII slang for Davy Jones Locker, where the dead at sea go) is lonely COB. FIRE!"

"ONE away! Two Away! The population in Raeder's Reef just increased." The Chief of the boat (COB) states.

"Both shots straight and true. SIR!" speak the sonarman

The muffled explosion vibrates inside the Submarine. The Captain turns to the only civilian on the ship. A man in black from top his head to the color of skin.

The Man, smiles, mummers a prayer. "The Battle has begun. Now it is up to the Warriors on the land. Up to the Others. Today we fired the fire shot in the Battle for Humanity. Gentleman Well done. We make war that we may live in peace. (Aristotle)."

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The mountain: we huddle below the crest, readying body and weapons, for the first time in a hundred-forty-years, I cradle a weapon in my arms. a M2 heavy machine gun, with a thousand rounds of ammo. The legendary Mama Deuce, will hammer thru the Telchines Armor. The first rays peak over the eastern horizons. We look up into the still dark sky.

The valley is ringed with traps, snares and deadly weapons. Thousand of deathly objects, from cutting lasers ringing just a thousand feet below us. Making any attempt to come from up here or the air suicide. I smile. Hearing the whistling of our neutralizers.

"Arclight, by the Star light. Is magical to me, as long as I am not under the tidal wave of bombs falling from thee" Major Dankl von Krasnik, Füsilier-Kompanie 36 of the Waffen-Grenadier-Division der SS whisper a tune. Turning to me he smiles, "During November 1967: I was a Staff Sergeant, Green berets in Vietnam, the 1st NVA Division tried to take my Special Forces camp at Oak To. The 4th U.S. Infantry Division, helped us defeat them. The Colonel ordered Arclight's strikes to corral the bastards. Today we are just clearing a mine field. "

"why? the Füsilier-Kompanie 36 of the Waffen-Grenadier-Division der SS?"

"Simple, I believed; then in Russia I changed into a big-asses cat one day. I found faith, humanity. I fought after the war in Israel, Africa, Vietnam. Cole found me, helped me become Enkidu. This is my penitence for the evils I did. If I die, I can greet ST. Peter at the gates, with head high, eye to eye. I have atoned, confessed and give all for those who cannot. I will finally have peace."

"Ahem, brother." I say but its drowned out and the earth violently shakes as fifty B-52 bombers drop thousands of bombs in the small valley. Stacked ten vertically and two wide, dropping their load in a contentious rain of bomb into a target just 1 square mile. The Telchines in their bunkers will survive, their trap, snares, mines will not.

I see the last bomb pass below the crest. I stand and scream in the loudest I can muster. "Over the Hill, take the fight to them, make them die for their faith. See you at the bottom." I leap over the crest and race down the mountain, I can see the last explosion, and the Telchines emerge from their bunker. I see the Pelorovis buffalos with Garret and Kachiri sweeping the flanks. The Telchines charge the frontal attack. They don't see us. Hooray. The King Polar Bears outpace us all down the slope, smashing into the Telchines rear

We fall on their flank and heads. I watch a golden suited giant race to escape. That is the leader, that is my meat. I race after him. This is my battle. My goal in this fight. He turns to check his men before cowardly escaping.

The vibration, recoil of Mama Deuce is nothing as I race into fighting distance. His armor buckles as my ammo's runs out. I tear at his armor, a frenzied of hate and blood lust. He tries to his me. I drive my arm deep into his chest, thru the shattered armor.

I feel the deep slicing into my flesh as I grasp his heart. With visions of a dead Alice, My family. I ignore the pain, the cutting of my arm off. I squeeze and watch his purple eyes close forever. I rip my arm nearly off, pulling it out, wires and pieces chase my arm. I pull the Termite grenade from my pocket.

I pull the pin with my teeth and shove it back into the hole. I watch the spirit try to flee, to rebirth. But the flames destroy its escape. The leader of the Telchines is dead, no more will these misguided children of the gods plaque this earth.

I head back to battle. Sliding my dead right arm into my shirt. Just like Major Thompson did after that first battle at Gertiia (fall of New Orleans =Civil War); when a Yankee musket ball nearly took his arm clear off. I can remember him going down under a wave of Blue coats. Firing his pistol to the end.

I walk into a strangle quiet and sullen scene. Cole sits holding Dankl dead body, Ludwig headless body, lays at his feet. One of the Saan tends Eric broken body, he shakes his head. Losses we have lost so many.

"The butcher bill is eighteen dead, four maybe. All the Princes, most of the Saan and Sami. They were fearless in the attack. Throwing themselves into the enemies' armor. So, we could win." Tears stream down his face. I feel wetness on my cheek. I touch it, looking stunned. I am crying real tears. My men are dead and I survived. It will haunt me forever.

Kachiri staggers up to me, half her face is destroyed, just gone in a mass of formless meat. She tries to talk, just manages a whisper in my ear. Garrett when down fighting. The Patriot soldier to his last breath, having given all for freedom. I hug her to me. "We few, we forever haunted few. We band of brothers."

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the battle of Washington state.

the Volturi guard sweeps in from the north. Lining up to wait their mercenaries attack from our rear. They wait in vain. We walk out on to the plateau. Proudly forming a loose line of resistance. I watch Bella step into the center, I watch her simply keep walking, I follow my destiny.

Within fifty feet of the Arlo, she stops and smiles. Tossing a bouquet of yellow flowers into his arms. His face falls, his limbs shake. Before he can scream, the Wolfs attack down the mountain into the guard's flank. We leap into the attack, as the family rush to us. Several turn to escape to be cut-down by the Princes of Aeacus. I see Charley taking down the cowards.

Jane rushes me, tries to use her powers. They fail, I vaguely see a shield around me. Bella smiles. As I rip smug little Jane's head off. Already the bonfire is hot, I throw her head into the flames a good three hundred feet.

Jacob drags Alec past me screaming, armless, legless to the fire. Carlisle has Arlo head, tossing it into the fire. Caius is begging Rosalina for mercy, she gives him the same mercy he would have shown us. None.

With less than a half hour the once might vaunted Volturi Guard is just a myth to scare children around the camp fires. Many of our allies are dead. Bella walks over and kiss Edward. Smiling she holds him to her. A vision slams me to the ground. Edward biting Bella to convert her. She changes not to a vampire, but to a goddess. I see what Light of the world told me. a very bright future for us all.

The end.