Before one girl and another even younger one stood a figure in full plate armour brandishing a sword.
The blade swung, sparkling in the sunlight as if to say that taking their lives in a single stroke would be an act of mercy.
The girl shut her eyes. She didn't want to be biting her lower lip. She just had no choice but to accept what was about to happen. If she had even a little power, she probably would have been able to shove the figure away and escape...
But she was powerless.
And so there was only one ending.
She would die.
The blade came down—
…And dropped to the floor after explosion-like noises, the knights previously deemed invincible collapsed like a marionette without a puppeteer. Not even a cry of pain was uttered, purged from the living with extreme professionalism.
She unscrunched her eyes, scanning for the source of the sound; before she could turn, a firm pair of hands firmly grasped her back.
"Natives extracted, requesting retreat." said a masculine voice, provoking an immediate response.
"Nonsense, I shall take care of these two, now march forth spreading the ways of our glorious leaders and liberate this village from those barbaric feudalistic capitalists."
Chapter 1, The End and the Beginning.
A man entered a war room, and he made his way past several generals to the spot where he would see the leader of DPRK, the atmosphere was tense and the conversation was already ongoing.
He recognised the speaker, one of the more recent additions.
"The enemy has broken through the southern front and advanced rapidly past our fallback lines."
On the table where the dear leader sat, there was a map of their peninsula, what gains they made in the war had but reverted to the starting point. The fictional country of DPRK lies on an equally fictitious peninsular, the neighbour to the south, while weak by itself, has allies beyond the ocean.
"They had re-captured Paju, and are now mounting an assault on the former DMZ." the speaker took some steps back, forces to the south had all but been decimated early, yet they could not resist massive naval invasion, and after losing several ports, all hell broke loose.
"Comrade Moon's counterattack will bring the situation under control." the leader said dismissively, though the atmosphere in the room dropped by several degrees.
Glances and unforgettable looks were exchanged, and one general decided to be the bearer of bad news. "Respected comrade…"
"Moon couldn't make it back from the northern front when their government capitulated, he surrendered alongside every expeditionary force we sent. The troops planned for the counterattack were encircled without command in Sindo, and could not retreat due to our navy being destroyed and surrendered sixteen minutes ago"
The dear leader slowly took off his glasses whilst his other hand pointed at a few figures. "Those I haven't pointed to, leave."
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"They capitulated!"
"How dare they capitulate"
"So this is what it has come to, they lied us into a war and have been lying about their situation!"
"Everyone has been lying to me about that front. Their and ours general are just bunch of contemptible unfaithful cowards-"
"Respected Comrade…" One man spoke up, accelerating his speech to match his leader's "The situation changed when someone in the fire nation backstabbed us, we can not blame-"
"They are as traitorous and more of a failure!" markers used previously were thrown on the map, scattering across the room like missiles they no longer possessed. "They call themselves great power, dragged us around since my family's genesis. Just to get obliterated and upon being mildly inconvenienced."
The fictional nation of DPRK was utterly exhausted with the war, In the initial stage of the third great war, it and its fictitious neighbours made great gains, however, the tide quickly turned from various factors, they had to call in reserves, promote new commanders to fill in the ranks.
"Since they called us into the war, they have put every obstacle imaginable in my way. What should I have done is to switch sides immediately like Italy!"
He got up from his seat, and every man in the room took a few steps back, preventing themselves from getting in the direct firing line of the rants.
"We are a minor power. Yet I have pushed the south to extinction and even the islands beyond it."
"Great power… They were nothing but paper tigers… Now they left us to rot, and the war is over…"
Silence in the room was deafening, they had never seen their leader so defeated before those who believed him as god were not present, or else they might have had a crisis of faith. "The war… is lost… Do whatever you wish, but you are severely mistaken if you think I'll let myself be captured, I'd rather blow my head off!"
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In search of weapons to defeat any nation, therein lies a secret facility deep within the confines of underground tunnels, yet even the facility is not safe for if the nation fell, it would surely be found.
Above it lies the Ministry of Defence, in the executive office, the chair was empty. Many clerks can be seen scavenging for papers, moving files and frames.
The door swung open, and two figures, marshall of the army and vice walked in, "The minister is gone." the lesser ranked spoke.
"The coward has already fled" He looked out the window, the street of their capital was as empty as ever, yet the obnoxious suffocating air could almost be seen. "The DPRK is at death's door comrade, our territory remains but forces wiped."
"Which is why we must hurry." the vice marshall, moved a Lenin statue, revealing a button within. Soon enough, the cogs and gears of the revolution revolve, unveiling a hidden elevator encased beyond some bookshelves.
Without hesitation, the vice marshall walked in, "Sir, I beg you, please."
"What is this? Some sort of escape route?"
The elevator began slowly descending, and the light flickered as if it would fall out at any moment.
"No sir, twelve months ago, I was put in charge of a top-secret project."
"Whatever wonder weapon it is, it is too late."
"With respect… comrade, you are wrong."
"For you see sir… The very reality itself… is on our side."
Elevator shriked open, revealing some sort of machinery, as tall and wide as the headquarters of defence itself.
"What is this… contraptions?"
"Dimensional translocator comrade, with this, we can teleport our peninsular excluding the area untainted by the allied forces to safety."
A screen descended from the ceiling, depicting the area that would be 'translocated', the original border of DPRK ocean excluded highlighted in blinking purple.
"You can not be serious! Even if this works, our forces are still stuck away from your highlighted zone-"
"There is no time comrade, delay a second longer, their amphibious forces will make landfall, the northern and southern front have basically collapsed, they will flood it and when they do, we will not know what to translocate."
"That is irrelevant and watch your tone, there are many more ways this technology can be utilised, why are you so short-sighted on one solutio-"
A singular shot echoed the area. "I've had it with these obstructionists, prepare the machine."
Authorisation for the machine requires a retinal scan of personnel of certain ranks, luckily, the now diseased body possessed such rank.
Sparks of electricity lit up the machine, and maniacal laughter could be heard from the researchers of the project, unfearing the possibility of their creation sending them to their demise. Energy exhausted from the machine intensified, engulfing and disintegrating everything it touched.
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Soon, news of an entire nation disappearing would be broadcast throughout the world.
And thus begins the journey of the DPRK into the New World.
The N of A.
Yes, references are exactly from where you think.
What drove me to write such madness?
This is probably going to be a one-shot.
But with your blessing, I will push out another chapter when I'm able to.