"A long time ago, in Persephone's Continent, the humans and the dragons fought a massive war, spanning the entire world. Many lost their lives, fueled by revenge and grief, many joined the cause to exterminate the dragons. But a man by the name of Maximilian stepped and slain many beasts, one by one, he was the hero of all men, but his life was lost during a battle with the dragon gods which resulted in the two moons that orbited our home, Erina and Sarila, to collide and form a ring around our world. Due to the massive destruction happening in the world, the dragon gods and the humans form a treaty, to balance the powers of the world, called the World Code. And the start of the Year, 1."
- A history book.
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"IN THE YEAR OF SARILA, 905, DECLARATION OF WAR| The Emperor of Nameia, Curteia Nilamhol was shot by a Trentite! The Pact of Saliware will defend to the last man! All able-bodied men and women aged 16-50 must serve!"
In the muddy trenches, a squadron of soldiers lay resting, A 16-year-old girl by the name of Cassidy Herlemratt lays against the walls of the trench. Ever since she was drafted, she had been writing a journal to give to her sick and only friend from home by the end of the war, Jane Ingrid. She had promised Jane that she would bring her flowers to her doorstep when she was dragged by recruiters in the streets when they suspected that she was 16, shy, and timid, Cassidy couldn't resist them and was forced into the military, to be sent to the frontlines. She pulls out her small notebook from the pocket of her blue-gray tunic. And wrote,
" Marche 17, In the year of Sarila - 905.
Hello Jane! It's me, Cassidy! Are you doing well right now? The muddy trenches suck honestly.. Stinky men and we are already being starved to death. Constant shelling is making my ears go crazy. I haven't seen combat yet, I have just been lying around all day, waiting for an attack. But we are the reserves. The Nameians are indeed scary.."
Suddenly, the lieutenant shouted, "DREADNOUGHT!"
Suddenly, fear rushed through every man and woman, seeing an armored airship right in front of their eyes, comparable to the sizes of islands, they all quickly started to run to any hole in the trench walls or bunkers. Panic ensues and Cassidy accidentally drops her journal on the muddy ground. In one of the bunkers, it was filled to the point where no soldier could enter anymore. Silence arose and everyone was nervous, as if they were staring at death himself.
A cheerful man tried to calm everyone down,
"Guys, it would be all alright! Why the long faces?"
Another man inside the bunker said low and nervously, "... Well yeah... I guess you're right... I miss the times when my mommy used to cry when I got a small bruise on my arm hehe…"
"Where are you from?", the man turned and said to Cassidy, randomly, to ease the mood even more.
Nervous and timid, as always, Cassidy said in a soft tone, "Uh… I'm from the Yappite Peninsula.."
"Oh. The state from the north? I heard they got good food there."
"Well, I guess it is good.." - Cassidy replied in a soft tone.
The other man said, "Hey..! I'm from Darko Sonaria!"
"Oh.? That state? It joined the Saliware Pact at 878?"
Many others also started replying back,
"From Harrylik, it is very hot there."
"From Hannestein.."
"I'm also from Darko Sonaria!"
"I'm from Lightia!"
"I was born in Leidenschaft, the country in the east, I moved to Escolaria, the southernmost state at the age of ten."
Suddenly, just when the mood started to ease, the enemy dreadnought started raining down magic shells across the known sky. Screams and explosions were heard across the trenches. 2 hours set in. The trenches were quiet, one by one, the men and women exited the bunker, it was foggy and bloody, the organs of unfortunate soldiers lie on the ground, halves of men and terrified faces of corpses, impaled by sharp objects after being pierced in a knockback. It was already morning.
Cassidy noticed her journal was gone, she must have dropped it, she quickly panicked and jumped right into the muddy grounds in hopes of finding it, but the silence was sealed and the lieutenant shouted, "EVERYONE RETREAT TO THE 2ND LINE OF DEFENSE! THE NAMEIANS ARE CLOSING IN!"
Everyone started to retreat, packing everything, Cassidy's squad leader shouted at her,
"PRIVATE, TAKE THESE AMMO BOXES, ARLAN CARRIES THE MACHINE GUN, GO GO!", faced with peer pressure on all sides, she ran with the ammo boxes, along with the others.
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Days now passed, and on a random afternoon, a Nameian soldier happened to pick up the journal that Cassidy had dropped, muddy and ragged, he opened it. He sees a language he couldn't speak, an alphabet that he couldn't read. But he knew it was for someone close to the owner.
He flipped a page and wrote,
" மார்ச் 21, ஆண்டு 905
இப்போதைக்கு, நான் இந்த புத்தகத்தைப் பயன்படுத்துகிறேன், காட்டுமிராண்டிகளின் இந்த நிலத்தை நாங்கள் சுத்தப்படுத்துவோம், அவர்களின் பெண்களை நாங்கள் அழைத்துச் செல்வோம், ஏனென்றால் அவர்கள் எங்கள் பேரரசரைக் கொன்றார்கள்!"
( Marche 21, 905. For now, I'll be using this book. We will cleanse this land of barbarians and we will take their women, for they have killed our emperor!)
Many days passed, and the Nameian soldier kept writing in the journal, day by day, he grew less prideful and nationalistic, he started to question his sanity after many bombardments, battles, and everything. Eventually, he had his last breath.
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" Aprilica 26, In the year of Sarila - 905.
Journal Entry-
Hello, Jane. It is me again, Cassidy. two months passed, and I've finally retrieved my journal for you. These few pages were not written by me, sadly, I can't read Runes, thus, I have no clue what was written. Hopefully, you can translate them when I give this to you! It was under the possession of a Nameian soldier since I dropped this journal, but.. after analyzing his personal writings page by page, I see he started to learn our alphabet, you can see "Maberik Herinavada" in his last writing written in Common. I assume that is his name. What a sad soul. He had dark skin and hair, and his eyes were red. When I saw his body, he had tears in his eyes. He was holding a picture, who I assume is his mother. I killed him."