Part 3: Sotoa

Every day I reflect on the events that started the Belkan War. To what end would we fight? Till now to the end of time? Nothing can break the Belkan Will, except ourselves. However, the Demon Lord broke it for us. I could care less if he is considered a battlefield legend, I could care less if he was a demon, as he was human, and from the memories of him, he thought, ate, breathed, and looked like a human. He was the allies' psychological super weapon. Just like Mobius 1 of the ISAF air force. They would put advanced training on one individual in order to perform miraculous deeds. Through the intense training of these 'aces' can they reach their goal.

– Wolfgang Schmidt C. 2007

Three o'clock, time for the kids to be left off the bus. I got up, brushed back my hair with my hands and went outside. A 100 feet walk to the end of the driveway and I saw my daughters bus drive up the road. Tanya, my daughter is coming home after school. She has brown hair, blue eyes, and she was wearing jeans today with a polka dotted blouse. She is eleven years old.

"Hey dad," she said as she got off the bus, running towards me for an embrace. God, she reminded me of her mom.

"Tanya, how are you today?" I replied lovingly, getting on one knee and embracing her.

"My day was fine, actually. I got a B+ on a science test." She said as we both began to walk back towards the house. "The teacher asked me about you."

She took a quick jolt and claimed up a small tree stump. And turned around to look at me. I walked up to her, "What she ask?"

"She was just wondering who you were that's all. I do too, what happened to you during to Belkan War?"

How am I to tell her about my experience? She is too young to know that I left my nation. Too young to know my defection. I closed my eyes and to what felt like an eternity to me, I responded in Belkan:"Für jetzt junge. Sie brauchen nicht zu wissen." [For now young one, you don't need to know.]

"Huh? What does that mean dad?" her innocent blue eyes wandered into mine,

"One day you will know, but for now, it's my secret." I said as we both started to move back inside the two floor house. I watched her as she pulled out a textbook and a binder and went to the dining room table and sat down, move a small stack of papers and vigilantly started doing her homework. A knock sounded on the door, and I saw a familiar face staring at me.

It was Günter, who now acts as a son and bodyguard. He had a scar on his left eye that resulted from a firefight during the Wielvakian Civil War. I don't really know how he received it, but one second he had it and next thing you know, he has a scar. His older brother, Michael, was a Rald Party member, and was the leader of the SS squadron Ofnir.

"Uncle Günter!" Tanya yelled when she saw Günter.

"Tanya, here's a present, if she may Wolfgang?" Günter asked as he pulled out a bar of chocolate.

"Yes she may." I smiled as Tanya hugged Günter, took the candy, and went back to doing her homework.

"So how's everything?" Günter said as he took off his jean jacket and hung it on a chair.

"Fine, there has been this reporter from the OBC that's been interviewing me for the past couple of days. It's about the Scarface." I replied, he is my oldest friend.

"And?"

"And, I know that he's going to continue asking me questions."

"That's what they do. Ask questions. Why you need help?" Günter said with a sigh.

"Should I tell him all the engagements?" I replied, it might've been a rhetorical question.

"You should, you have been a bit depressed lately, this may be your chance to get some pressure off your chest, and all of this is not good for you."

"Yeah, I will. Thanks Günter." I replied with a small smile, he might just be right.