The Guardian Of Nature ~The Rise Of A Heroine

A Tale Of 1944

TRANSYLVANIA 1944

"It was 1944. The forces of H.Y.D.R.A were marching to Transylvania in hopes of taking over the region quickly with just a battle. After all, their armies were too great and Transylvania had already taken many strikes, right? Wrong. H.Y.D.R.A had a big army yes, but it was an army trained to face off living men, no one was expecting that they would have to face the leagues of the undead.

Count Vladislaus Dracula, Lord of all the Vampires, wasn't very happy with them stepping foot on his territory and decided that he shall fight them first. He would of course wait until the cover of night for him and his league to attack the army of his enemies in a vicious battle. So in the coldness of his castle, he waited.

As soon as night took day's place in the sky, his time had come and he led his minions in search of where the Humans had camped for the night. Didn't took him long to find them and once he did, the Humans were taken by utter surprise. The screams of those how where being attacked first, woke up the rest of the H.Y.D.R.A soldiers only to see that they were attached by hundreds of bloodsucking Vampires, so eager to taste their blood, some men passed out from the horrific sight. And Dracula was smiling cause all seemed well at the beginning as he watched over his brides and minions. Yet things soon weren't in his favor. Many men grabbed their weapons and started fighting back, bringing luck on their side. Not because they had fire guns -and fire is deadly to the Undead- but cause their weapons where far different than any other weapons the world had seen. H.Y.D.R.A had new modified weapons based of the powers of the Tesseract and apparently, although it was no sunlight, it still killed the Vampires and caused serious damage to his army. With the break of dawn, Dracula took his league and they retread back to his castel, defeated.

Furious at his defeat, he ordered a second attack and after that a third and a forth and a fifth and each night he attacked them, but each time Humans were expecting the Vampires and they were better organised each time after every attack, with more men came, with more weapons. It made Dracula mad from anger and worry. In the safety the darkness of his walls provided, he desperately tried to figure out a solution to his newfound problem.

"How can those weapons be any match for my league? HOW?" He wandered out loud. "How am I going to fight them? They never stop coming no matter how many I kill. I need, I need to think something, they must have a weakness or something that they are powerless against, something like..." And then it drawn to him. "An enemy."

Dracula usually never cared about what happens to the world outside his territory, but every now and then he would send his Vampires away to distant lands and have them tell him news of other countries, hopping they would be a mess. The happiness it gave him every time some of his minions would tell him that Humans are at war with each other, was a feeling that nothing else could give him. But now, now he had to sent his minions in search of Humans how could help him against H.Y.D.R.A and he told them to look for one man in particular, a man who Dracula had heard only ones or twice in the news of this war. A man who goes by the name of Captain America.

His minions were searching for days, until one of them found him and his team in Serbia."

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SERBIA

"In the small city of Topola, in central Serbia, laugher and songs are heard from a beautiful stoned taverna, close to St. George Church. Inside the dinning area, there're many soldiers all gathered up celebrating one more victory against Nazi H.Y.D.R.A. Among them Steve Rogers, Captain America himself watching over his team, The Howling Commandos gathered in one table singing for their victory and drinking with local people, joyfully. Well, almost all.