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Chapter 2: Verdun

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Verdun-June 20th, 1916

"Verdun…" said Steven.

The name sounded familiar. He was attempting to remember. Then, he recalled, and with a loud gasp, he spoke.

"I'm in the Great War! The World War!"

He looked over to the battle unfolding down the hill. He saw from a considerable distance in front of him, there were men huddled up in trenches. They wore very peculiar helmets, containing one spike on each.

"Hmm, those helmets, they have spikes on them. Connie told me about those. Those must be the Germans."

He gazed down the hill at another trench, with men wearing blue uniforms and blue helmets, also huddled up in a trench, facing the Germans.

"Then those must be the French."

In the dark of the night, he could hear the whistling of artillery shells. He could see the flashes of said shells impacting the ground.

Steven took out the hourglass.

"Come on, hourglass! Get me out of here!"

Suddenly, he found himself on a sandy road. He looked around to see mountains with little to no vegetation.

"Woah. Where am I now?"

Then, he could feel the ground shake. He heard distant noises. Something along the likes of vehicles. He turned to see just up ahead, a convoy of tanks and armored vehicles. He could barely make out a red star insignia on the sides of the vehicles.

The leading tank stopped a few yards in front of him. The top hatch opened, and a man wearing a tanker helmet emerged. He looked down on Steven. He spoke with a thick Russian accent.

"You! Get out of the way!"

Steven stepped back a bit and shrugged.

"Oh, haha. I seem to be at the wrong place at the wrong time."

The tanker replied.

"You can say that again. There are Mujahideen around here, and we're here to scope them out! I'd be careful if I were you, they could strike at any mome-"

Suddenly, gunshots could be heard nearby. Next thing Steven knew, the tanker who spoke to him dipped his head down on the tank, blood flowing from it.

The crew on the armored vehicles were firing their guns on the source of the shots. Steven ran over to some nearby shrubbery. Looking on at the convoy being ambushed.

Then, an unknown figure stood behind Steven. Steven noticed his shadow looming over him. He turned to find a dark-skinned man, with a black beard, wearing a white button-down shirt, matching white pants, a beige cap, and an ammo belt wrapped around his upper-body.

Steven was startled.

The man spoke.

"Come with me if you want to live."