[Big_Bro_Slig222]

Prolouge;

Herin follows the account of the last days of the 5th age of the sun from the eyes of one.


My head was pounding. Gunshots were ringing in my ears.
Explosions everywhere. Screaming.

I dragged myself across the ground toward an overturned artillery
cannon. I looked at my leg. The bone was jutting out of the side.
Soldiers were running past. The ground was soaked red with blood. Myvision was blurred. I could'nt focus. I pulled myself away from the artillery cannon and started crawling again.

Fallen warriors, my kind and thiers, we everywhere. Many were still alive.

I had to stop only 10 feet away from the cannon. My leg was burning. I looked to my left. A Dreilin warrior was beside me.

His chest was ripped open, and he was clutching it. His face was a mask of horror. He wasnt screaming, his pain I could tell was beyond vocalization. That face would would stay marred in my mind for my entire life.

I crawled onward oblivious to all around me.

after what seemed like an eternity of crawling, I fell into a trench.
I yelled as I fell onto my shattered leg. I could see others wounded in the trench, screaming and dying. Medics were trying to help them, but most were to far gone to be saved.

I pulled myself into an alcove in the deep trench, and let my eyes shut.

I dont know if I slipped in and out of dreams or not, for all I could here were the sounds of battle. After what seemed like a millenia I could not here the sound of the "machine of war" driving itself
upon the world.

I would never forget that day, the day that seemed to last an eternity, the day that would forever consume me...