Commander Garnell sat in his office at the main Guard headquarters in the North-East. He had recently spent a little over a month travelling to various towns, villages, orphanages, and anywhere else that he might be able to find new recruits for the Guard.
"Maybe I should've just taken them all," he quietly mused.
Times were dire. The threat of war loomed on all sides, threatening to engulf the entire world. To the West, civil war had broken out. To the East, the threat of civil war lingered over everyone. Closer to home, packs of criminals had begun emerging from whatever hole they had taken refuge in all those years ago. The reserves of the Guard were all alerted, ready to act at a moment's notice, but it wasn't enough.
