War Stories

Intro

The barren wasteland stood before them. It was once the mighty Gobasha forest, where its trees stood 100 meters high, full of life and cared for by the Jabaru, the earth elementals.

And there she stood, defiance in her eyes but broken in her soul as she stared the leader of the Ventanarii down. She was the last of her now-extinct race, the Navanax, a powerful group of tribes that each had a elemental ability. Powerful, but not powerful enough to ever hope to defeat the entire battle-force of the bloodthirsty Ventanarii.

"You lost, childe. Face the facts, navanaxian. You are the last to stand in my way, and soon none shall ever try to defy me again."

She thought back to the beginning, when a simple trade agreement had gone sour and next thing she knew they were at war. The bloodthirsty race called the Ventanarii against her people, the Navanax. There was no hope for them.

Now she was alone. Powerless. The last of her kind against an army of 100 thousand Ventanarii.

In her left hand, she held her sword. In her other hand, she held a small device. It was the last chance to both win the war, and survive. The hard black plastic button that would automatically send her back in time. She didn't know how far back, all she knew was this was her last chance.

In her mind, she thought of everyone she loved and everyone she's lost due to the war, and she made a vow. No matter how long it took, no matter how far away it was, she would return and she would save them. She would stop this from ever happening.... even if it killed her.

Her elemental powers gave one last push, just enough to throw the gun from the Ventanarii leader's hand, as she pressed the button and disappeared in a burst of colour and light.

She just prayed to the stars she's be able to fulfill her vow.