(Preussen POV, 12 hours after first trial)
Dreams are special. One second you’re asleep, next you awake to being in a random scenario. Endless possibilities, endless endings. Sometimes a series of related dreams will strike a person, each adding onto another. Some are simple, you forget them by the time you wake up. That’s how I felt the first time I met her, the center of this hell we were on.
Only it wasn’t a dream…It was more than that...
-1946, September 8th-
The flames had ravaged my home. The flags were burnt, buildings crumbling. The sky was tainted with the flames of war mixed with the tears of the fallen. Smoke rose from the fires all throughout the city. Gunfire was all around. Air raid sirens were drowned out by the symphony of death. To watch it crumble was one thing, but to see it with my own eyes was something entirely different.
We fought for what some considered a plan for world domination. Most believed it was a crusade to end something that never existed. I realised early on that it was an illusion to keep us loyal. Yet no one believed me. They were all too deeply woven into this thought that he was our savior and this war was going to be our time to rule…
We fell into his deceit like sheep to the slaughter. They weren’t ready for the sting, but we weren’t ready for the bite.
My thoughts were sliced in half when the base siren went off, signalling the approach of an enemy fleet. Only moments afterward the base shook with the impact of shells. The fuel depot erupted, the flames easily being seen from the dorms, the sounds of pained screams soon followed.
I got up and sighed, it was like an endless cycle of hellfire. I picked up my sword and walked out, seeing the warships in the distance. They slowly approached, their guns aimed into the base but not the ships still remaining. I looked to my right, seeing my good friend leaving his room with a look of annoyance. Neither of us had gotten good sleep for weeks, and it had started to show.
“You’re up too Preussen…good to know I won’t die alone.”
“Hindenburg, even if I was asleep you’d be sure to wake me.” He scoffed and smirked slightly, his eyes glowing a gentle blue. More shells landed as we left the building and summoned our rigs. The enemy took note of this and summoned theirs, the blue shining being the only beautiful color in this war.
I took point, Hindenburg close behind. I could see the sun starting to drift under the clouds in the distance. It was no comfort, knowing this fight wouldn’t be short. As we approached the enemy fleet, I could someone leading them. Dark hair, purple eyes, white coat. She had this sort of blade in one hand, a 1911 in the other. I knew who she was, but she didn’t know me…
We came within only 40 feet of each other, her taking an offensive stance. Her eyes glowed brightly in the dimming light, a hue of orange being casted over her hair.
“It doesn’t have to end this way.” She said, a tinge of aggression in her voice.
“I won’t let you get any further, battleship New Hampshire.” She took a step back, as I expected.
“How do you…”
“Reports, our intelligence is some of the best.” I said as I adjusted my rigging to aim at her. “As well as our accuracy.” I fired at her, she and the others dodged out of the way….except for one.
“BLENCATHRA!” One of the others shouted, noting to be Lion. Blencathra absorbed the entire salvo, unknowingly it was HE. Her body was thrown far back, her rigging entirely destroyed and torn.
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Book One: Schwarzer Wolf
Fanfiction"My life is for my friends, my family, my team, my world. I will protect this world and all who reside in it. It is not a matter of life or death. It is a matter of Victory or Defeat." Let me know how you like this story I was not really thinking a...
