"This Place Is currently one of the few places that can be considered safe from the invaders"
This sent the crowd into a slight frenzy as they started talking amongst themselves.
'Invaders!?
'I TOLD you those were aliens we saw!'
'not now Brett this is serious, theres no way those were aliens probably some biological weapon'
'You heard him, he said invaders'
'Yea but you know what the government is like'
"Okay people! Please, I understand your confusion but let's all remain calm and collected. If you look around, we will be handing out paper, this will give instructions and an overview of what we know so far, if there any questions we will do our best to answer them"
Groups of people donning official uniforms started to hand out papers to people. Slowly waiting for his turn Kline quietly eavesdropped on his surroundings. Try to scrounge up any info he could. An official stopped before him, with a paper in his outstretched hand. As kline reached out to grab the piece of paper...
*Rumble* The ground shook slightly beneath him, causing a few people to fall over. followed by a BOOM. A door ripped through the guard in front of him, shredding a few people along the way like minced beef. The door came from the car they were just in. A girl. Pure white. White hair, skin that looked like it'd shatter at the feeblest of touches. She smiled. That was it. It was enough to dye to world in her frozen malice. Screams erupted in the ground. However, Before Kline could react or register what had just happened. The ground beneath him...disappeared. He was falling. Well to be more accurate he had already fallen. Time stretched to weird extremes that shouldn't exist in logic. That didnt matter however, what did matter was what was happening at the current instance and that 'current' was a moment that felt long but also non exisistent. He was standing in a field. He wasnt sure how it happened but after falling in the hole he was now placed in the middle of grassy fields. The breeze... it was beautiful, the type of breeze that makes a person feel at ease. That wasnt all, there were hills, 5 to be exact, one of which was drawing him in more than the others. THAT particular hill had a lone tree at the top and a path that lead directly to it. Kline moved forwards.
Slowly hearing the crunch of the paved dry dirth path beneath him, he stepped wearily up the hill. Finally arriving at the tree in barely a 3 minute walk, he saw a man led in its shade. Straw hat covering his face from the sun peeking through the slight gaps in the leaves. Kline stood for a minute, unsure of what to do next, even more so, unsure of what had had already happened.
"Wonderful day wouldn't you say?" The man spoke.
'Where are we?' Kline thought, well no, he wanted to ask the man but he shouldn't. To be more exact, he couldnt. Something prevented him from speaking. His lips couldnt part no matter how he tried. Kline slowly placed his fingers over his face, he didnt have a mouth anymore. To be more exact 'He never did'. The man led on the ground raised his fingers, as if the very act of acknowledgement was too much effort. The tips of his index finger lit in a blue haze. Kline's body and the area around him twisted in a spiral and before he knew it. He fell into hollow space and into unconsciousness soon after.
The ground rumbled once more, it slowly shook kline awake. A rumble much more gentle than what he had experienced prior.
"SHIELDS UP MEN, WE HAVE DRIVEN BACK THE HERETICS"
"FOR THE EVERLIGHT!!" Maybe over a 1000 men shouted in unison.
Kline wasnt an idiot when it came to common tropes. He didn't stand there wondering what was going on. Still dazed, he looked around for anything, he picked up a nearby shield, hiding underneath it. Slowly peeking around he saw that he was surrounded by corpses of people wearing either pure white or pure red. Another quick glance, he was in the middle of people wearing white. It wasnt time for moral dilemmas, kline thought to himself as he crawled slowly towards a white robed corpse. Inch by inch, slowly enough where he wouldnt be noticed. Slowly. Slowly.
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A white robed soldier, tripped forward, losing his balance to a change in elevation of the ground. Looking back, he noticed it. A shield, elevated and very obviously misplaced. Gripping his sword in his right hand, holding it high, in one swift motion he pulled off the shield with his other hand.
"Fellow brother?" He questioned. Under the shield was a man in white.
"Get up brother, these heretics will not wait for us to kill them" The soldier said reaching a hand down to the man.
"Wait..." His eyes wondered downwards, blood soaked robes, "You are injured brother, quickly to the healers at the back" He instructed before quickly turning around and returning to the fight.
'Its not over yet, far from it' Kline thought to himself as he left soldier A.
He could see the healer camp a bit further in the distance, the fight had now moved a decent distance from it. The issue was however, he wasn't injured nor was he willing to give himself one to blend in.
Prentending to be injured whilst gripping the blood stained part of his robe, he hobbled towards what seemed like an area with low visiblity and surplus of trees.
Having more time he looked around as he hobbled, he took in his surroundings.
The smell of blood still masked the battlefield, which seemingly started in front of a black stone castle. The front door on fire and broken, random ladders sprawled around on the ground and so many bodies you would mistake it for grass. War has never been anything apart from hell. Or maybe its a result of hell, who could tell. He hobbled more. The sound of soldiers colliding were quieter now atleast, a silver lining in a pitch black cloud. Kline needed a place to properly rest and think. He was 10 steps away from where he was trying to go.
9 steps. It felt like his skin was being pricked.
8 steps, no not pricked but crawled upon
7 steps, The sounds of fighting were quieter but this unease continued to grow.
6 steps, something didnt make sense. The main castle door was burnt down but the army donned in red was being pushed back?
5 steps, Ignoring the now blood curdling screams of war and the snickering doubt in the corner of his mind he looked towards his destination.
4 steps, the grass, it was too green, too picturesque.
3 steps, there was no wind so...
2 steps, why did the grass move.
"GET DOWN!" a person yelled as kline was dragged forcibly to the ground. A large fireball above his head, enough to generate heatwaves and change the ambient temperature to ridiculous numbers formed and rushed past.
It struck the castle? fort? wall, boring a hole into it. The shockwave of the impact sent atleast 10 injured soldiers and healers flying. The remaining archers on top of the wall all fell, hitting the gound hard, some breaking their legs. Lucky for them that was the extent.
If only thats where it stopped.
If only there werent two.