May 12th Teheran Iran 2003 -The Endbringer war PBS

Micheal Douglas British Ambassador to Iran

"London was a victory, Baghdad...well the Iraqis lost alot but they did drive off Jinn. Before the warning came about Zahhak, there were people screaming for revenge for the Iran-Iraq war. This was the moment, this was their chance. The cooler heads were arguing that it would be a bad idea and lead to sanctions and the economy was already shit because all the oilwells had been destroyed, and then on the 9th the warning came."

He takes a flask out of his jacket.

"Iran was if anything more prickly then Iraq, there were offers of help worldwide which were refused because the Iranian people could win this on their own just like the Iraqis, never mind that it cost them their entire leadership. It was pride and ego of the worst sort. 2003 wasn't as bad as the dark year, the worst year of the war, but it was first and formost the year when countries discovered that their feelings didn't matter, it was pull together as a planet, as a species or die. The Iranians just didn't get that, and when the UN demanded that they be allowed to send an observer, they were told no."

He sighed.

"So we got pulled from the city and Iran was told that they were on their own, no aid, no support and if they tried to ally with the Endbringers then humanity as a whole would declare war on them. There were no survivors, none, the video feed that came afterwards showed that Zahhak could create this acid or posion, black darkness and he spread it over the city. The Iranian army, airforce, civilians... no one survived. Teheran was the capital of a country one day and the next it was gone."

He stopps and takes a breath.

"Iran has had a whole bunch of restive ethnic groups, people and others and they joined their hated enemy in the collapse into anarchy. The survivors begged, pleaded for help but the UN kept it's promise, there was no aid and refugees? Well no one wanted refugees anyways, so we let the country burn as an example, and it was horrible, but it worked."

Captan Omar Egyptian army
2003 June 2nd Cairo

"We learned our lesson from Baghdad and Teheran, the egyptian people are a proud people but we're not idiots. If the rest of the world wanted to help us fight the monster at our doorstep, we were n't about to say no."

He pours a cup of coffee and stares at it.

"It was touching, americans, europeans, brazilians, arabs, our history with Israel was well, not good but when we needed them... they were there for us, ready to fight at our side, Apep he looked like some giant crazed egyptian mummy. He was huge and his thing was... he controlled sand."

Theres a chuckle.

"Of course we get the sand controling mummy, I mean its Egypt it's almost cliche, of course we get attacked by a mummy. We spent our three days mobilizing our forces, getting in touch with our allies and getting the civilians the hell out of there. When he came... there was this surge of sand and god, it was everywhere."

He closes his eyes wincing at the memory.

"We just did whatever we could, Apep gave us one hell of a fight but...but we pulled it off, drove him off we didn't get a kill but we were able to hit him and make him lose a few pieces, I know you expected more of a story but honestly, all I saw was sand, lots and lots of sand and then... then I just hit whatever the radio told me to hit. After that...a lot of the city was destroyed and sand was everywhere."

He sips his coffee.

"But everyone, Muslims, Christians, Buddhists, Atheists, Jews, they all came together to get rid of the sand, to make our city, my city live again, and it did. Within the year Cairo was alive again, not in it's former shape, but alive. That's what I remembered about the war, if you put aside your pride, your ego you could stand strong. If you let it consume you it would destroy everything it touched. We were in the end stronger together."