Solowingpixy Histoires

I looked at the patch of upturned ground in front of me. It was still new, and no flowers were in sight. The grave was simple; an ordinary headstone marked it, the only thing etched on the stone being a few, straightforward words. SEBASTIAN "BLACKHAWK" FOULKE 1969-1995 Beloved comrade and brother. "... Is this why you chose to be a mercenary?" Cipher's voice made me look away from the headstone and to him, standing just a few feet away. I hadn't heard him coming. I would've preferred some alone time, but I probably wouldn't mind a bit of company. I shrugged. "Yeah. I can't leave Blackhawk hanging. Also, Belka was getting too regimented for my taste." "I didn't know he was your brother." "Yeah. Wished you got to meet him." Cipher gave a nonchalant hum, turning to stare towards the north-western horizon. To other people, it might seem like he was staring at the setting sun, but I knew better. Somewhere, hidden by the mountain ranges, was a lifeless land decimated by the flames of war, where an entire nation was killed in the span of days. Once, it was known as Nostrand. After what happened a few months ago, it was nothing but history. That country was why I fought against my home country. ... A sneak-peek into the Belkan War through the eyes of an ace. How two unlikely friends bonded, and how a war tore apart millions of lives. *cross-posted on ao3 and fanfiction.net

In the course of just over a year, one mans life is turned on its head. The three pilots who won the Belkan War: The Brothers of Galm Cipher Pixy PJ How far they all fall.