Ogres from the South

Captain Dewey likes to spend his spare time reading books rather than talking to people. He was raised that way. If not for his father who is a soldier also, he would never be where he is right now. Although he don't hate being able to held a gun and fire it against any given target, he still disdain the fact that war is horrible so as much he can, he don't want to use the power he has to be put to unrighteous cause. As to why many youth today enjoy playing wargames and want to advocate violence is because they never seen the true horror of war.

They've never seen it's dark side.

Captain Dewey has his fair share of it when he was assigned in Afghanistan. War is never fun.

Looking at the trembling women, he found the bloodied corpse similar to what he reads everyday of his life. He kind of look familiar. An orc? from one of those fantasy manga he is reading. Oh! oh! an ogre?

"He looks like an ogre." the captain whispered to Lieutenant Glorin trying to hiss the word a little bit.

Glorin look at him with disgust in his eyes.

" Nevermind." Captain Dewey said, feeling like an idiot.

"Thethe--y ma--ssacred my neighbors." the women able to speak straight now.

"What are they?" Glorin asked.

A moment of silence.

"Ogre." A full one word came out of her mouth without her stuttering.

Am I hearing it right? an Ogre? In a real world? He looks at the house beside him. It is fairly constructed that make it look like an old tavern from a medieval scene. He breaths the air and looks at the fences made out of simple pinewood put together to form a square. This place looks unfamiliar to him. Uneasines swept through him.

"Where are we?" Captain Dewey asked.

The women looks at him with a puzzled face but quickly opens her mouth. "Falhen village." She spoke straight.

Falhen village? " I don't understand." He retorted back to the women. His brain seems to be stuck with slight surge of pain from what he heard. He doesn't know what to ask.

"Explain." the Lieutenant able to end the stalemate.

"Where under the kingdom of Paravel." The women replied looking at them as if she's asking them where you people have been that even a kid knows about this kingdom.

Kingdom? where in the middle of the Pacific. I've never heard of this country before. Captain Dewey scratches his head figuring out what the heck is this place. While staring at the ground, a soldier interrupted him.

"Segeant Tim, sir." the soldier in his mid 30's saluted, his blonde hair stubbed with patches that lacks hair. He's holding his M4 beside him while making his left hand do the salutation. Captain Dewey salutes back. " We found an encampment not far from here. It's look like they have taken civilians as prisoner. We found many dead bodies, sir. You're orders?"

Captain Dewey looks at the trembling woman who probably doesn't know what to do with her life. The boy haplessly cuddling her mother, his life less eyes staring at the ground. He grits his teeth. He feels the urge. Adrenaline rushing through his vein. His hand forming into fist. This can't be left undone. No way that he will let this thing pass. He hates kids being caught up in war.

"Please help my father." the boy whispered but they can hear him clearly. He looks at them his tear coming down on his left cheek.

The urge became stronger. His blood pumping through his head, he felt his eyes looking fiercely at the boy. "Pal, what's your name?" Captain Dewey asked the boy.

"Gremlin." The boy responded.

He leans down closer to the boy. He put his hand on top of the boy's head and caress him gently. "Were getting back your father. Gremlin, I promise you that." Captain Dewey stands then faces the Sergeant waiting for order. " Here's your order, take the first, third and fifth platoon. Have the two tanks standby in case of emergency."

"Copy that sir." Sergeant Tim salutes then walk away from the group.

"Captain. I feel something different with these corpses.." Lieutenant Glorin informed him.

"I know, I love to dissect one of them as a science project." Captain Dewey smirked.

....

The sun is starting to move closer to the mountain summit. It's ray's striking against the snow-capped mountains, reflecting it's yellow orange ray back giving it a surreal feeling.

The assemble group not far from the ogre's encampment fix their gears to prepare for combat. Seventy five soldiers gather around the M1 Abram tank as their CO climbs the tank and positions himself on the very top of the turret for every one to see. "Let's do this fast. I don't like talks. Let's rescue those civs." then he pulled down the safety pin from his carbine. "Let's move!!!"