(My first fanfiction ever)
"War! War! WAR!" These were the words of President Corban, leader of the Republic of Gra in response of the State of Altea's denial to give the Falchion sword, Hero King Marth's sword.
Day 1
7/12/2009
Location: Bani Outpost
11:58 PM
It has been 5 days since the declaration of this war and both sides are already fighting. The explosions of grenades and gunfire awaken 25 year old outpost guard, Gunther Lowell, King Marth's descendant. Fearing for his life, he picks up his dusty FN-FAL, (a rifle from the newer shipments, but rusty and jammy like the other ones the rest of the units got) and aims but nobody's there. The young man smokes a cigarette and waits for the next day.
Day 2
7/13/2009
Location: Bani Outpost
9:13 AM
Gunther wakes up in sweat as he had a nightmare again. The same one since he joined the war, the fear of the inevitable Death, taking him away from friends anf family. He hears the horns of a jeep. The car has armed Altean troops. "Hop in" said Sgt.Tote. Knowing, that he has to go for a battle, Gunther loads his FN-FAL and USP pistol and gets inside the jeep. Inside, the only thing he thought off was eating, since he hasn't eaten for 2 days. He pulled out his ration from his bag and eats it like an animal. The driver finally hit the brakes after an hour of driving. The place where the jeep stopped was Sera, an Altean village that has stood through time. But will it today?
To be continued...