
The roars of artillary struck the ears of many warriors on the front of the Twilight Gap, for every
dead warrior, five would feel haunted with the cries of their fallen fighters.
Upon the hill, we huddled upon our mountain base, no choice but to beat our ploughshares into swords once more.
Fighters, of a world new and old. We knew our blades would not hold out for another wave of the enemy below.
But for a city that we sworn to protect with our strong hearts and valiant steel, we knew what we were up to.
A one horned warrior traversed the trench along the city's front, atop a gigantic hill stood the humans, the citizens
of the last city. "Strap up, we're headed straight to them!" The warrior exclaimed to the men fixing their rifles
fit for a fight. The ear piercing whale of booming cannons upon the hill deafened the fighters, some wouldn't even
react to such pain in the ear as they may have either already gone deaf, or lost their mind.
"One more shell and that should push the house down!!" A solider said, his partner nodding; "You don't need to peak
out so much, lad- those Kell are no threat up he-" The soilder who first spoke had their helmet blasted off by a
Vandal perched up on a spider walker. It roared, the dregs keeping the suppression onto the humans. Shaxx saw the
corpse of the dead solider on the trench floor, it watched by a dozen. "Don't just stand there, we're moving, now."
The men nodded, most didn't as they could not hear shaxx enough to understand what he had been muffedly yelling.
Through mud, blood, guts and gore the fighters ran down the hill over their own dead friends. Some tripped, screaming as
they were chopped up by turret fire and the blast of friendly artillery hitting the Fallen below. Some trampled, and some
made it all the way down along side the fierce fighter who would one day be known as the Crucible master, Lord Shaxx
fought that dawn against the wretcht kell.
To fight another dawn, these soilders would never face.
He chuckled, grabbing his drink as the little kid smiled at him. "Did you..see any dragons?" The kid said, excitedly.
"Fraid' not my boy, fraid' not." The armored man took a sip of his heavy, strong drink. "We're there kings!?" The boy persisted,
"I'm not sure the kind uh' kings you mean is what i saw.." The man chuckled, a few other around him too. The bartender looked
to the boy. "Kristoff, get me another bowl of my spinmetal soup. The boy nodded, sliding off the tall stool as he ran to the back room.
"Put on another ten years, and we'd have good moral support back in those lines." The man in the armor said as the other man nodded,
snickering. "Aww, he's only a boy now, wait till he gets im' in with them New Monarchy.." The bartender says as he shakes his head.
"Noo respect for the old days, i'll say." The bartender shot back- "