Anlon, a Celtic Guardian, was once a famous warrior to most girls in the world of duel monsters. Now he is just like the non-dark monsters that lived in the Dark Lands who were off to a place of misery. He was rounded up in the train with other non-dark type monsters like cattle. It was said that the train was headed to a concentration (work) camp called Hollelager where the non-dark type monsters would be used like slaves there.
Anlon looked at his surroundings. He couldn't see very well because it was semi-dark in the boxcar. He looked back and saw a dark magician. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be working for that one dictator guy?" Anlon asked curiously. "Who, Magier? HELL NO! I wouldn't work for a fascist bastard like HIM! I confessed that I am a traitor and I am proud!" the Dark Magician said with anger. "Oh...sorry about that" Anlon apologized. "Naw, it's all right. I just don't like Magier's plans of a so-called great new country. The name's Rommel by the way and you are?" Rommel asked. "Anlon... Anlon Evans." Anlon said. "How old are you kid?" Rommel asked. "Twenty-one", Anlon Replied. Rommel nodded and said "I'm thirty-nine".
"Damn it's so cold in here. I couldn't bring a jacket because I was forced to go to the station once the Dark Soldiers bursted into my house" Anlon complained. "Well, if u did bring a jacket, those ruthless soldiers would rip it right off you anyway. They will get rid of anything that we think is comfortable. I heard that our bunks over there will be hard as stone and they won't give us any blankets.
The only things that we get that are good are a shower and food, but we only get to eat once a day. They are going to make us do backbreaking work for twenty hours a day, and you can get killed very easily over there for doing something stupid, refusing to follow a soldiers orders, trying to escape, or for their amusement. If you are lucky enough, they will beat you instead of killing you" Rommel explained and looked a little frightened.
"By the way, this train will take seven hours to get to the station. We should be asleep by now. It's going to be a rough day when we arrive at the station" Rommel explained and yawned and closed his eyes. Besides Rommel's snoring and the train moving, Anlon can hear the many noises in the boxcar. "How am I going to sleep in a noisy place like this?" Anlon asked himself. He didn't realize that he fell asleep an hour later.