Here it is, my first serious AW2 Fic. Expect this fic to last for 20 chapters, or even more, and it will mainly be focusing on Olaf. Hope you enjoy it, and don't forget to review. CO's and characters for the enemy, White Meteor are also welcome.
Also bear in mind that I'm swedish, and my english is far from flawless, allright?
Enjoy, and don't forget to review!
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-The Heart Of Snow-
Chapter 1: Dark Skies
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Commander Olaf of Blue Moon sighed, and looked at his own, scared face in the mirror.
"I'm growing old" He muttered to himself, as he pulled on his thick, blue jacket. "Already past fifty."
He stepped into his warm boots, and felt how his back hurted when he bent down to help his feets in them.
He got up and grabbed the gloves that lay on the table under the mirror, and put his good old hat on his head.
He put on the gloves, and smiled towards the mirror.
An old mans smile.
He sighed again and went out of the house, which served as his headquarter. The last one had been hit by a grenade.
A bittercold morning struck at him when he got outside, and he greatly inhaled the fresh air as he pulled his hat further down.
Groups of Blue Moon-soldiers had gathered around the fires which burned on the street.
"27 days" Olaf said to himself, as he began to walk down the street, seeing how the cold and freezing soldiers saluted him as he passed by. "27 days in this goddamn rathole."
He walked past a group of destroyed tanks, muttered silently when he saw that they were his own.
It took him three days to capture the city, but now he was stuck in it, surrounded by hostile armies, without food and without ammunition.
The war had been going on for 43 days. 43 days ago, an army landed in the south of Blue Moon. An army, which they said came from a southern, previously unknown, continent, the White Meteor.
Olaf had his doubts. How could a whole continent remain undiscovered, in these days of modern technology?
What Olaf didn't doubt, was the enemy's skills. They fought with frightening efficiency, and they swept away all resistance.
The leader of White Meteor, Morgan what was he was called, was rumored to be the greatest general ever lived.
Olaf muttered. But yet, he couldn't refuse to admit, that it indeed was a skilled commander that lured him into this trap.
He muttered again. The city had been captured by White Meteor during the first week of the war, and when the main army moved on, a small garrison of enemy soldiers had been left to guard it.
By taking it, Olaf hoped to be able to stop the White Meteors rapid advance, and force them to make an halt. But instead, he had been encircled by three White Meteor-armies, so quick and so skillfully, that he hadn't seen it coming.
And he knew that he lacked the necessary firepower for an outbreak. All he had was infantry and two tank-divisions, the rest of the army was stationed further into Blue Moon with Grit.
"Commander!" Someone yelled, and a small boy dressed in a dirty, long officer-uniform came running.
It was Colin.
"Commander Olaf!" He said, breathing heavily. "Olaf, the enemy is preparing for an attack! Our Recons are reporting increased acitivity on all fronts!"
"Now?!" Olaf exclaimed. "It's in the middle of the day! I've never seen such a move before..."
"Sir!" Colin interrupted. "What should we do? It might only be a matter of an hour, or maybe even a half!"
Olaf scratched his beard and placed his hand on Colin's shoulder.
"Make sure that everyone is ready. I want the tank-divisions ready within five minutes! Get on it, now, Colin!"
Yes, sir" Colin said and saluted him and turned around.
"Hey, Colin, wait..." Olaf said, and Colin stopped. "Be careful."
Colin nodded, and ran away.
Olaf sighed, as he continued to walk down the street. He liked Colin, although he was often a bit rough on him. Truth to be told, he loved him like if he was his son, but he didn't want to admit it.
Colin was so young, and yet involved in the most terrible act that humans can do against each other.
War. War was nothing for kids.
Olaf sighed again as he inspected the troops. His soldiers were cold, the tanks had almost no fuel, and the morale was low.
The food wasn't much to cheer for, mostly tin-food and water boiled over the fires that burned everywhere.
Then, he suddenly noticed that it was quiet. It hadn't been quiet for 27 days. Not a sound was to be heard, only the low noises from the fires.
"Dammit.." He mumbled. "Damn those bastards."
And suddenly, hell broke lose. It literally fell over them.
Olaf looked up, and saw that the whole sky was covered with enemy aircrafts, who released their explosive cargos against them.
Bombs hit the streets, buildings exploded, and heartbreaking screams from dying or decapacitated soldiers suddenly filled everything, and Olaf noticed panically how everyone seemed to die around him.
Tanks drove past him, only to be blown to pieces a second after.
Yet, Olaf didn't move.
Never had he, who had been listening to the symphony of war since the cradle, been so scared, and the fear paralyzed him. He couldn't move a finger.
It exploded everywhere around him, houses collapsed, the street was torn apart by the explosions and a choir of screams echoed behind him, in front of him, everywhere.
Screeching noises was heard just before the grenades hit the street, and after that, deafening explosions that seemed to cut through everything.
And Olaf just stood there, felt how his old body trembled to the enormous shockwaves from the bombs.
"Commander Olaf!" Someone yelled, and a tank came speeding down the street. "Commander Olaf, get..."
The next moment, it was blown to pieces and Olaf suddenly came to his senses.
"Colin..." He mumbled. "Colin... I must get Colin."
He clenched his fists, and started to run. His old, scarred body was clearly not made for running, but he did anyway.
He ran down the street, things exploded everywhere around him, houses collapsed.
He ran past fried corpses of his own soldiers, he ran past arms and legs without a body belonging to them.
He swallowed, and kept running. He had to find Colin. He had to.
Suddenly, he saw him. A small boy, standing in the middle of the street, wearing a far too large cap. He was directing the infantry soldiers that were still alive, pointing them to various directions.
"Colin!" Olaf yelled, and ran towards him. "Colin!"
Colin turned around, their eyes met for a second and Olaf could see it. The same thing you could see in the eyes of a man, who is prepared to die.
And then everything exploded around them.
Olaf was knocked to the side, and smashed through a house wall, so hard that he almost lost his conscious.
He could vaguely see the sky through the house's destroyed ceiling where he laid on his back.
He tried to get on his feets, but he was unable to move at all.
Suddenly, he heard a loud, screeching noise.
And then everything went black.
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Hope ya enjoyed it, chapter 2 will be uploaded on friday.
-DW