The Owl House, Broken Hearts, Shattered Bones

Other World

!A little heads up in this story!

(A little bit of both blood, violence, warcrimes, and a mix in between my language and an idea I had for a very long time, I might consider continuing this book on another name, more on another characters perspective, but still mentions and moments of your favorite drunk, Korril. Also, I use some of my native language in this story so have fun 'mga kaibigan')

In another world

"Ilipay ang mga bilanggo!"
(Translation: Move those prisoners!)

"Laban sa dingding"
(Against the wall!)

A group of men in uniform rounds up some women, children and elderly, they bunched them up in a wall, crying, begging, pleading and anger can be heard.

"WE WILL SEND A MESSAGE TO OUR ENEMIES, THEIR FAMILIES, THEIR CHILDREN, THEIR FELLOW COUNTRY MEN WILL DIE FOR OUR ENEMIES RESISTENCE!"

A few of the prisoners tried to escape and fight back, they were shoved back by their captives with punches, kicks and the stockings of their rifle. Children wailing and crying, confused of what's going on, they pleaded not to do it.

"HUMANDA"
(Attention!)

One of the commanders signalled the men, "Weapons ready!", A line of 10 operatives cocked their guns, "AIM!", they pointed their weapons at the defenseless crowd now filled with hopelessness and anger.

"FIRE!......."

Bullet after bullet, round after round was disperse at the crowd, their blood splattered all behind the wall they were standing agasint. The Screams and cries of agony went from being loud, until it dialed down, only until 3 people were left standing, they made sure to kill everyone until 2 of the remaining dogs fell.

The  firing squad lowered their weapons, some of them brushed off the smoke from their guns. They thought they finished the job until a faint sound came from the pile of corpses, one of the operatives went in to check with an officer, they pushed and kicked the bodies that were bunching up, to know where the muffled sound came from, the more bodies they moved out the way the more they could make out what it was that was making that sound.

The noise manifested into a crying baby held by what appears to be their mother, who's white dress was painted red with her blood and her companions, the childs crying grew louder and louder irritating the officer, he ordered his subordinate, the own who helped check, to kill the thing. Upon seeing his hesitation, he took it upon himself and grabbed his pistol.

You know the rest.....

The crying stopped after a single, loud bang, a murder of crows flew through the orange sky, the sounds of battle echoed throughout the battlefield, some of the men that witness this had a stoic expression, except for the one that hesitated to take action, they had a disappointed and frowning look on their face. His superior looked at him one with a condoning look before walking back to the ranks.

Fighting ensued throughout the city, as orders were being shouted and shoots were being fired. It was their land their blood, kill or be killed. Amidst the chaos, a white feather flew ontop the sky, from its perspective, it could see smoking buildings, flashes from gunshots, evacuating civilians.

"Achtung! High Command, Another city is ready to fall, soon, all will know the wrath of Ziggurat, over and out." one of the invaders called out in a radio.

"Hold your positions Lucifer, and don't let your enemies claim a piece of land, over."

"Copy, over and out." a particular soldier says, he puts back the radio on his dead ally. Where he hides, he spots a partisan fighting back. "I got you in my sights." He steadies his weapon, recalibtates his scope, exhales and squeezes the trigger. '247' he says to himself.