Author's note:Hey fellas.
This is my first foray into fan fiction.I never really thought I would be here.It all started with my reading a cool piece of work by NorthFire,which fired up my imagination and made me think,"Can't I write something like this?".I gave it a lot of thought and a plot began to take form, eventually.I am equally open to suggestions and criticism to make the story a gripping read.After all,a supportive reader base is what keeps a writer going.
With that being said,let's dive into the story.
Introductory note:This story is set in the Tiberium Universe of Command and Conquer,and to be more precise,it takes place after the events of Tiberian Twilight.Now many of you are wondering if the story of Command and Conquer 4 left any scope for a follow-up(which EA simply will never do).Well,on thinking hard,I came up with a storyline that is maximally plausible, considering everything.Some of the new stuff that GDI and Nod will have is actually sourced from the much reviled mobile MOBA version of Command and Conquer that EA released,so be forewarned.Also,further down the line,I will introduce a fifth faction(of course there will be a fourth faction before that),so stay tuned.
That's enough of an introduction for now.The saga begins here!(Enjoy!)
Prologue:It All Begins
GDI Forward Operations Base Kilo Foxtrot 3-2,Northern Croatia,Yellow Zone Y-2
23 April 2092,0815 hours
The computer screen began to flash,causing the comms operator,a lanky young man in his late twenties to toss away the book he had been reading and quickly hit the keys on the holo-keyboard.
He barely made it in time to avoid the usual curses from his CO.
"Hmm...at least for once,you're not slacking off as before,Johnson".The operator sighed with relief;it wasn't the first time he had been caught napping on duty.
"What do you want,Captain McGregor?",Private David Johnson,the comms operator,said as purposefully as he could.
"Get the Quartermaster on the line,Private,right now,",Alison McGregor said tersely as she looked at the screen in front of her.
"Yes Ma'am!",the Private blurted out as he quickly punched at the holo-keyboard and soon enough, another face appeared on the screen:that of a young man in his mid-thirties,with an aquiline face and calm,collected brown eyes and red hair.
"Captain McGregor!What can I do for you,Ma'am?",the Quartermaster said,with an edge of joviality in his tone.Alison quickly checked her holo-pad and said,"Mark,it's about the new designs I requested earlier.Are they complete?".
The Quartermaster scratched his head as he said,"Nearly done,Ma'am!Just give me fifteen more minutes,and I'll be in your office with the report."And with that,the screen faded to black.
Normally the Captain would have raised hell over a delay of one minute,let alone fifteen,but today,she was in a pensive mood.She tried to focus on the map in front of her in an attempt to calm herself down,but it was no use.The memories flooded her mind.
A grin came to her sharp,angular face as she looked at the Lightweight Personal Sonic Emitter that had once been her trusty companion in the battlefield,during the Fourth Tiberium War.She was then,a young girl,barely past twenty-seven,unacquainted with the horrors of war.Now she was a battle-hardened veteran of forty-two,with more emotional scars than physical ones.Most of them had come from fighting not only the Nod Separatists led by Brother Gideon,but also several of her comrades-in-arms who under Colonel Louise James,refused to break bread with the Brotherhood under any circumstances.
Colonel James...the mere thought of that woman caused the Captain to clench her teeth in anger.While looking in hindsight,she could sort of understand where the Colonel was coming from,during the Fourth Tiberium War,she had been nothing but a hindrance.And Commander Parker was one of those who like her,did not trust the Colonel.But his decision to defect to Nod had not gone down well with the GDI,with Colonel James swearing to put a bullet in his head the next time they crossed paths.From the account of his widow, Lillian Parker,Captain McGregor knew that Colonel James had unwittingly fulfilled her promise.
Everyone knew what happened to Colonel James afterwards;as she regained consciousness after being knocked out by Kane and staggered out of the Scrin Tower,she ran into a Shockwave Trooper looking for stragglers.Unfortunately for her,this trooper was part of a unit that took orders from the moderate,pragmatic voices in the GDI military.Naturally,they had issued orders to either bring in Colonel Louise James for trial or to exterminate her.The Shockwave Trooper,recognising her,spoke out challengingly,"Colonel Louise James!You are under arrest for treason and rebellion against the GDI!Come along without a word,or face the consequences if you resist!"
The young Corporal McGregor had to give the Colonel credit for being a desperate fighter.She emptied all the rounds in her pistol against her adversary,though they sailed away harmlessly,thanks to the heavy standard-issue suit of armor she wore.However,it was only when the older woman took out a frag grenade that she charged up her Sonic Emitter,and released a blast of energy that threw the Colonel against the burning wreck of an Avatar-class warmech.She didn't give her a chance and turned up the frequency of the Emitter,turning her into a pool of blood,molten bones and flesh.
While there were some remarks on the fact that she could have caught her alive,in the end,she was promoted to Lieutenant.But in the midst of it all,she could sense a pair of eyes boring into her balefully:Brigadier Arthur James,Colonel James' older brother.Just like his sister, Brigadier James had never accepted the Cooperation Agreement between the GDI and the Brotherhood.However,he was not as hot-headed as she was,and had not supported her attempted coup.He would have grudgingly given his approval if Louise had been brought in handcuffed,to be tried before the Tribunal.But her killing had ruffled a feather too many.Traitor or not,she was still family and he wanted to avenge her death.But that was easier said than done.For one,the military brass was firmly behind Lieutenant McGregor.Secondly,any attempts at assassination would backfire,for she was an alert soldier,and even if they somehow succeeded,he would not be able to avoid the fire.His stance on the Cooperation Agreement and his actions during the Fourth Tiberium War,not to mention the fact that he was Colonel James' brother no less,had made his place in the brass very prickly.Every action,every word of his was greeted with suspicion.A few Colonels had even called for him to be taken off the Military Advisory Council.So at the moment,all he could was deny her a promotion to Major.It was not much,but it was something.It only went on to prove that the GDI was being slowly consumed by internecine politics.
Politics... Alison thought gravely.For all of its tropes of liberalism,the GDI was not particularly tolerant of political dissidence.She had an especially poignant example to fall back upon.
She was just nine then.She and her family lived in a calm suburb of San Francisco.The neighborhood was a sweet one,especially if she considered the eight year-old boy with whom she used to play.Brown hair,light green eyes,a squared face that had a quaint attractiveness to it.His family exuded the same warmth as him.She lost count of the number of times she had been invited for dinner by them.It was all going well...until that accursed day.
She watched it all,stupefied by horror,not understanding what was going on.Three Rhinos drove into the neighborhood and stopped in front of their house...or more accurately,their neighbors' house across the street.A squad of Riflemen poured out and...much to her horror,dragged out the occupants of the house.First,it was a venerable old man.Jacob's grandfather.Followed closely by his wife,and their daughter and son-in-law.Jacob's parents.And last of all,was Jacob himself.He was valiantly resisting efforts to be pushed into the APC,screaming and fighting all the while.That was until a Rifleman chose to strike him on the head with the butt of his AR.The blow knocked him out,his family screaming in horror.Though it wasn't only them who yelled.
Alison felt like running over and fighting the soldiers in an attempt to save Jacob,but fortunately,her father restrained her.She had no choice but to watch her childhood friend,carted off along with his family,right in front of her eyes.Tears welled in her eyes as her fist clenched.
Later on,she came to know that the reason why it began was a "disagreement of opinion",as her father put it.Apparently,the GDI had been contemplating a legal act that if executed, would enable them to send political opponents in exile to the Yellow Zones.Jacob's grandfather,being of a more humane bent of mind,had opposed it tooth and nail,instead proposing that they sit and discuss differences with them.But the hardliners vetoed the proposal by a wide margin.And apparently,they made him the first target of this new draconian law.
It was another matter that she got into the GDI military.That was simply due to a sense of patriotism.Or at least,that was what she told herself then.Now she could see the bloody fallacy of it all.She and thousands of others were just cannon fodder to be put into the meat grinder while the bloody politicians wrangled with each other over the smallest of matters.
Her eyes drifted to the framed photograph on her desk.The sight of it brought fresh tears to her eyes.It was a photo of her and Jacob,taken one year before he was torn away from her.There they were,smiling without a care in the world.Her arm, wrapped around him somewhat protectively.His sweet, confiding smile whenever he looked at her.Now though,things had changed a lot.
Sighing deeply,she got up to get herself a glass of water.A little while later...
KNOCK!KNOCK!KNOCK!
The Captain grumbled with annoyance.Of all the bad habits the Quartermaster had, this was by far the worst.He never entered a room without a preliminary knock on the door.It could be a bit exasperating on a military base,and worse if the CO had no patience for it.Alison McGregor happened to be just that kind of Commanding Officer.
"Dammit,Marcus!How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need to knock on the door for an entry?Just get your biometric signature scanned and come in!",the Captain snapped in frustration,as the Quartermaster entered,looking somewhat fidgety.
"Ummm...I'm sorry,Ma'am.It's just...some habits really die hard,I suppose,",Lieutenant Marcus Hendricks spoke as he nervously scratched his head.
"So it would seem,",Captain McGregor rolled her eyes.Then a thought struck her."By the way,Mark,you said you'd be here in fifteen,but it's been twenty since I last heard from you.Care to explain?",she asked,eyebrows raised.
"Captain,I was done filing up the report in fifteen minutes,but on the way here,I got accosted by Martha...I hope you'll let it pass,",Lieutenant Hendricks said anxiously.
He was relieved to see the indulgent grin on his CO's face."Your sister,eh?What did she pull on you this time?And I'm surprised she took only five minutes out of your schedule.That's not like her.",Alison said,smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
"It is surprising,but also a relief.She did not have any of her usual practical jokes ready this time.However,she kept me up with some of her tricky riddles,though."Marcus said,smiling back.
The Captain grinned,pleased that her favorite Engineer's wit had apparently,not yet faded off.Lieutenant Martha Hendricks was Marcus's twin sister,but their temperaments couldn't have been more different.While Marcus tended to be quite serious and thoughtful at times,Martha was,on the other hand,a complete prankster.Atleast half the base had borne the brunt of her sharp sense of humor.She was constantly coming up with new jokes and pranks,and the personnel and her team had a hard time catching up.Captain McGregor herself had fallen for one of her tricks;that too,the oldest one in the book.
She could remember it as if it happened yesterday.Having gone to the Engineering Wing to talk to Martha about a few things,she was surprised.The Machining Room,where Martha spent a lot of time,was strangely quiet."That's weird.Normally there would have been power tools running and orders being barked off.I wonder...".She did not get to finish that thought,for no sooner did she step inside the room than she was drenched.
A tall,red-haired woman stepped out of an adjacent room, desperately trying to hold in her laughter...and failing spectacularly at the same.Her blue eyes sparkled with mirth and mischief,and a playful smirk danced upon her lips."Tsk,tsk,Captain.I honestly didn't expect you to fall for that one.Even a half-wit kid would have figured it out.Hahahahahaha!",Martha said,bursting out in a fit of near-hysterical laughter.
Captain McGregor was at a loss for words.For one,she was royally pissed off at the fact that she had fallen for such an old trick,and that too at the hands of her junior.On the other hand,she couldn't really bring herself to enforce disciplinary action on her.For when she was not setting up a prank to play,Martha Hendricks would be hard at work,busy maintaining the scores of war machines on the base.If she had some spare time,she would even be pencilling out an idea for a new weapons platform,which she would later send to Marcus for an initial opinion.She was the very personification of the words "Brains and brawns.".
"Martha Hendricks...I will whip off your skin for that one,you little...",she snarled,only to be cut off by a chuckle."Tch,tch,Cap.You can dream as much as you want about that.But that simply won't happen.Did you forget my nickname already?Though it isn't really a nickname anymore...it's my name now."
Oh yes.There was another side to Martha. She worked out extremely hard at the gym,and the results were there for everyone to see,in her rippling physique and sturdy limbs.Rumor had it that none on the base could beat her in a match of arm-wrestling.After that,the soldiers,engineers,technicians and other personnel began to say that Martha Hendricks had quite a strong arm.It would spread like through the entire base,and very soon,everyone on Kilo Foxtrot 3-2 was calling her "Strongarm".Initially,she did not pay it much attention;but,a few days later,after thinking it over,she put in an application to have her surname changed to Strongarm.And she did so with a wide smile.That gave the Steel Talons another reason to be proud of.
The memory of the prank brought an indulgent grin to Alison's lips.But she couldn't afford to dwell on it any longer,because of her Quartermaster's voice."Umm...Boss,you there?",he said,snapping his fingers in front of her eyes.
"Oh yeah...I'm listening.Sorry for zoning out there,",Captain McGregor said,a little flustered."What were you saying then..?",she said,trying to get back in the conversation.
"It was about the weapon designs you wanted,Cap.It's all here in my holo-tab,",Lieutenant Hendricks said as he started up the device.
Before he began talking,though,Alison McGregor had a memory flash before her eyes.It was of a meeting,two months ago.She did not have a lot of time to reflect on it;however,as Marcus began to talk,she said to herself,
"I only hope he'll uphold his end of the bargain."
Brotherhood of Nod Forward Operations Base High Ascendancy 2-3,Northern Croatia,Yellow Zone Y-2
23 April 2092,0820 hours
The officer paced back and forth,apparently preoccupied with some serious matter.To be honest,it was practically all he could think about of late.
After wearing out his legs for five more minutes,he sat down and took in a deep breath,then let it out.He could not let the stress get to him,he just couldn't.
Sighing,he pulled up a chair and started typing on his computer's holo-keyboard.A few moments later,the Communications Liaison showed up on screen-a young woman in her late-twenties with a stern,uncompromising,severe face and steely cold eyes.
"Accept my humble greetings,Deacon Stone.What is your request?",she said in a dry,businesslike tone.
Jacob Stone inwardly roller his eyes.In spite of all his years in the Brotherhood,the cold,icy formality of some of the Brothers and Sisters was something he never got used to.Nor did he imbibe it either.No wonder he found it hard to form strong bonds with the people under his command at times.Though,to give him credit,once a strong relationship was former,those under his command would lay down their lives for him unquestioningly.
Trying to suppress the frown on his brows,he said,"Sister Sonya,please see if Sister Francesca is available for contact.I need to speak to her on a matter of urgent importance."
"Please wait for a moment,Deacon,",Sister Sonya said as she picked up the handheld Communicator and spoke to someone for a few moments.Putting down the Communicator,she said,"Sister Francesca said that she remembers your request and is preparing the materials for the same.She will arrive at your office in about fifteen minutes.Will that be all?"
"Thank you,Sister Sonya.I think that will be all.",Deacon Stone said as he cut the connection and let his mind drift away...without a rudder.
To be truthful,it wasn't just the matter that was weighing on his mind;he was feeling a wave of nostalgia,too.Several recollections of the past,that until now had been locked up in his head,were now breaking free and flooding his mind.He let himself go and sighed...this time,out of relief.
The heavy flame-resistant suit with the attached flamethrowers made him smile softly.It had been a while since he had seen combat,but the memories were still fresh.The Fourth Tiberium War had not lasted long,but it had been fierce.Thousands had died on both sides.For a young man of twenty-six,it was soul-scorching.The physical pain and emotional strain had been immense,and having to fight not just Colonel James' loyal Extremists but also several of his fellow Brothers and Sisters,who had broken ranks and chosen to follow Brother Gideon,had not helped matters.
Gideon...Ever since the War,he had become a hated name in the Brotherhood.The unanimous opinion was that he had some deadly project in mind,which needed Tiberium,and the Tiberium Control Network would not allow his plan to frutify.And his hatred of Kane...well,that did not need any elaboration.His private journal alone outlined it all out,in harsh,angry,spiteful words.He tried every trick in the book to foil Kane's plans,from trying to ambush his transport in New Adana to assassinating the Implants-the few men who had been given optical implants specially designed by Kane,utilizing the mander Parker was one of them.The Brotherhood of Nod considered him to be a Honored Martyr for his role in bringing the TCN online and assisting Kane to hunt down the traitor,Gideon.The battle at the Giraud-Moebius Tiberium Crater,where Gideon had established a base of operations,was literally a baptism by fire.His Separatists proved to be dogged,desperate warriors,fighting fiercely to avoid defeat.It had been taxing on him at the time,but eventually,he and his fellow Loyalists beat back the enemy,and charged forth,only to come across...the Crawler.
Yes,it was Gideon's own Battle Crawler.By looking at it,one could tell he had worked hard on it.The Obelisks of Light,the advanced drivetrain,the burrowing drills,the force shields,the reinforced armor-it was a mighty mander Parker had to draw upon all of his tactical acumen to devise a strategy to defeat it.His troops were consistently moving back and forth,assaulting the Crawler with full force whenever it appeared and trying their best to avoid it's counterattacks.Brother Jacob had wrought havoc with his flamethrowers,engaging enemy troops at one moment,and attacking the Crawler the next.It took a lot of time,and the Loyalist troops felt their arms would simply drop off from their shoulders,when finally,they received a piece of welcome news.Gideon had ordered his troops to stand down.The Loyalists erupted in joy.
A small group of varied soldiers made their way to Gideon's Command Centre,stormed in and dragged him out to a waiting Montauk Mk. III troop transport.Among them was a young Flame Trooper who had been baptized by fire recently...and who would have his own base to command,fifteen years later.
Other than counting their dead,the War had another flip side to it.A considerable number of the Separatists turned out to be former members of the Black Hand.The response had been severe.The Black Hand experienced an unprecedented purge.Soldiers were locked up in a prison complex,to be tried for Purification.All their weapons were confiscated and locked up.It hadn't helped matters that the Black Hand had already been under a modicum of suspicion since Abbess Alexa Kovacs' false-flag operation to frame General Kilian Qatar.The revelation of the truth had triggered a wave of indignant fury within Temple Prime at that time,and resulted in Kane issuing the orders for the first purging.
There was a time when joining the Black Hand was a great honor for a Brother or Sister of Nod.Now,it felt like a penal sentence.The stigmatization,the substandard equipment,the harsh training conditions made serving in the Black Hand nothing less than seventh hell.The Black Hand's loss turned out to be a gain for Temple Prime and the Marked of Kane.Yes,not all of the Brotherhood's cyborg divisions had followed Kane into the Scrin Tower.Some had stayed behind,along with many of their human comrades.They had but one objective in mind:to complete Kane's unfinished task and prepare for his return.Yes,they believed fervently that one day,he would come back and take them with him,thus helping in the salvation of humanity as a whole.
The Deacon sneered as he thought about it.Ascension my foot,he thought.They only intend to use the people under their influence as cannon fodder,as they have done always.All this fundamentalist propaganda decrying the GDI was,to be honest,hollow and cheap.Now that the helmsman was gone,they were failing miserably in their attempts to steer the ship.Thus they had to distract the faithful somehow.In Kane's presence,they all felt a sense of purpose,an aura of motivation.The Inner Circle that succeeded him was nothing more than a bunch of bickering idiots who struggled to come to a consensus on important matters and couldn't maintain the said consensus for long.All this made him question why he joined Nod in the first place.
Had it not been for that tragic,traumatic incident in his childhood,he would never have had anything to do with the Brotherhood.It all happened when he was eight.He had a nice little home,a loving family and a peaceful life in San Francisco.That,and a friend in whose company he felt on top of the world.She was quite athletic and could easily beat him when it came to a race or climbing a tree in the neighborhood.Oh,she was quite witty and sharp too,leaving him in the lurch with some of her riddles.Plus,with her blonde hair and blue eyes,she was quite attractive.Her folks had invited him over to their place for dinner umpteen times,all of it etched deeply in his mind.Everything was picture-perfect...until the day of doom.
Nothing in the world could make him forget what happened that day.The Rhinos screeching to a stop in front of his house...the soldiers kicking the door open and barging in...his grandpa protesting the intrusion,only to be overpowered and dragged out...his grandma followed suit, utterly terrified, closely followed by his parents.However,when they came to take him,somewhere in his mind,a wall collapsed.Jacob ran about the room,desperately trying to avoid the Riflemen and even attempting to fight them off.Right then,a strong sense of fear was driving him...the fear of death.He managed to give them the slip and grabbed a knife from the kitchen.Just a few seconds later,a Rifleman ran in, snarling,"Got ya,kid!".The next moment,he was screaming in pain from a knife driven into his leg.He turned around,only to get his hand half sliced off by a cleaver.
After the little fight,Jacob ran hard,trying to find a place to hide.But with another soldier hot on his heels,he felt that wouldn't work.Then,in a moment of desperation,he made a break for the front door,hoping to run fast and give them the slip.He managed to get out the threshold,but was soon grabbed by a Rifleman."Where do ya think yer goin',kiddo?",he sneered.A second later,Jacob poked him in the eye and pulled himself free.But he had barely taken a few steps forward when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and everything turned dark.
He had no idea exactly how long he had been out of it.But when he came to,he found himself lying in an unfamiliar bed and...he swore he could feel his surroundings tremble slightly.As he looked around,he saw his family sleeping near him.He tried to get up...and in the process,woke up his folks.From what they told him,apparently the GDI had sedated them and put them on a prison ship.It was en route to Europe.Their destination was a prison facility in Yellow Zone Y-3.
However,on the way to the facility,the convoy was ambushed by a large Nod patrol group.The escort forces fought hard,and it seemed for a moment that they were winning...until tanks appeared out of thin air and stormed in.The defenders did not last for long after that.
It did not take long for the Nod forces to figure out that these trucks were carrying political prisoners.They quickly manned them and altered their course to their largest base in Y-3.Here,they would be restored to health and taken care of for a while.
Thus began Jacob's tryst with the Brotherhood of Nod.He read the scriptures with a ravenous zeal.There were few who trained for combat as relentlessly as he did.All of it was fueled by a desire for vengeance-in his heart,he swore to utterly destroy the tyrannical GDI that had torn him away from his life,his friends,his...everything and made him experience hell.At night,to soothe his tormented soul,he used to take out a couple of photos and look at them.One of them was a picture of him with his family,all of them wearing cheerful smiles.That was taken when he was six.The other one was of him and Alison,taken when he was seven.In it,she had an arm around him,in a half-protective gesture.He had always felt safe around her.Her confidence tugged on him,pushing him to break his boundaries.
The same photos were now on his desk,carefully framed.Looking at them,a lump formed in his throat.He quickly wiped his eyes,which were starting to tear up.During the initial years of his exile,he had felt a subconscious grudge towards Alison.He felt that she could have come to help him,but she didn't.Though as he grew older,the grudge dissipated.In hindsight,as he looked at it,what could she have done?She would have ended up getting hurt as well...or worse,exiled like him.And her parents would have prevented her from doing anything stupid.So there was no reason for all that rancor against her,he told himself.
With a deep sigh,he got up to pour himself a glass of water.Just as he filled up the glass,the door opened.
"My apologies,Deacon Stone,for being so late!I got caught up in some extra work on the way here,I...",Sister Francesca Giuliano said in a state of utter panic as she rushed in.
Jacob raised his eyebrows.In all the years they had worked together,he had never known Francesca to be late.She was punctual to a fault,and nobody could say that she wasted any time.However,the law of exceptions caught up with everyone,without fail.
"Calm down,Francesca.There is a first time for everything.And a seven minute delay doesn't mean the end of the world.",he said reassuringly."Considering your responsibilities,I am surprised that it took this long for you to get late.You are pushing yourself too hard.You need to let it go.Don't wear yourself out just to save a few minutes."
"You are being too kind,Deacon,as usual.It's not that I don't want to take up your advice,it's just that...I don't feel good about not utilizing my time productively.",the Sister said,as she contritely ran her hand through her dark hair and her brown eyes lowered to focus on the desk.
"My dear friend,if you wear yourself out like this,you won't have enough strength for the coming days.What if you still persist then?The exhaustion could be potentially fatal.",the Deacon said,gravely."You are by far one of the best Tech Priestesses we have.I want you to be healthy and robust if you are to serve the cause.Do you get the point?",he said softly,but with an edge of firmness in his tone.
"Yes,Deacon.From now on,I'll take some time for a proper rest after my work.",Sister Francesca said,smiling softly."By the way,I got late because Brother David stopped me with a request."
"Hmmmm...it must have been quite important,if he asked you in person about it.",Jacob said thoughtfully."Otherwise he is not particularly communicative.It is very difficult to get a few words out of his mouth.I recall the last time I asked him about his health.He gave me a blank stare and simply said,"As it is always,Deacon."."
Sister Francesca chuckled softly,saying,"That's David Liang for you.I swear,I haven't come across anyone who is as averse to communication as he is.Oh...before I forget.The weapon designs you requested-they are all here in my portable computer.With your permission,I can show them to you.".The Deacon nodded.
As the Tech Priestess started up her computer,Jacob's thoughts drifted away to a meeting that had occurred a couple of months ago.Before Francesca could begin speaking,he said to himself,
"I am doing everything I can to uphold my end of the promise.I can but hope that she will do the same."
(To be continued...)
Foot notes:So that's that.With this chapter begins a journey into the unknown.
From the Prologue,you would have guessed something is up.Well,a lot more than something is up.To find out,wait for the first official chapter of Winds of Change!
Constructive criticism and feedback will be greatly appreciated.Oh,and a lot of support as well.For after all,you fellas are the best audience out there.
I hope you fellas stay safe in these challenging times.With determination and fortitude,we will come out of this,stronger and with lessons learned.
That's all for now,I'm signing out.See you fellas later.
Drezalnor