Dark Age

The whole Alpha and Bravo company, three hundred soldiers all in all, assembled at the outskirts of the town where the tanks are parked. Chatter and rumours around that they're trap to another world spread across the whole camp. Rumors.

This is it. The time that they have to decide. Whether to accept the invitation of the prince or to do it will be decided here. As the number of soldier grows larger and larger, Captain Dewey decided it's time to come out with a decision. He faces the crowd, standing and looking at them. The chatter grows silence.

"Men of the Bravo and Alpha company. " Captain Dewey caught their attention. "I'm here to tell you about our predicament." He crosses his arms. " 1400 hours we got through a thick fog. I know some of you are confuse.."

A hand raises from the crowd. "Speak." Captain Dewey said.

"There are rumors around the camp. Rumors that we're trap here and this is not our world. Those humanoid beasts and this village. Captain, we need answers." The soldier said. A chant of agreement can be heard around the crowd.

Captain Dewey looks at Glorin. Lieutenant Glorin nods. "Alright." The crowd grows silent. "We're trap here..An unknown place. Our choices..." Dewey walks on the left waving his left hand a little bit. "Either we find a way back on our own or be help by a prince. I want you men to decide."

The soldier looks at each other. "I hope they make a right choice." Glorin whispered.

He wants to settle this once and for all. First he will send an investigation squad back into the valley. Learn if they can go back home through there. Second, prioritize the conservation of there forces. Third, the decision of his men.

The men's chanting grew louder. Being help by a prince is not a bad idea but risking his men is far too much.

Before Dewey can even mutter a word, Sergeant Tim makes his way to the front. He leans down to Dewey. All eyes looking on them. He whispers something.

"Alright, boys. I think it's decided." Captain Dewey shouted. Everyone's got a confused look on their face.

"We're going to help the prince. Prepare you're gear. We're fortifying this village."

The men disperse immediately. Dewey walks towards the village, his hands swaying wildly. Lieutenant Glorin picks up his speed. "What happened?"

Dewey looks at him. He looks at his watch and tries to adjust it. Damn it, still not working. " We got those orgies mounted watching us. We have to find the old man, Felix. Draw a battle plan." Dewey said. The man straight way walks to the Old house where old man Felix is.

....

The continent of Osen. Seven races. Blood bath and violence. This continent witness the most brutal atrocities ever recorded. War is always a norm. Each races has their own way of waging war. Dwarves with their superior technology. The Elves with their enchantments. The Vampire using their superhuman abilities. The Trolls to the western forest. The Ogres of the south brutally ravaging the countryside with unmatched strength but the weakest of all are humans. During the hundred years war, the humans we're constantly being conquered by the other sentient races having no magic and superior strengths, one by one their city falls. They were then sold into slaveries and viewed as inferior. They lost their standing as one of the major races.

Their last stronghold, The Edengard stands as a beacon of hope, their last city. Hope that somehow a great general will lead them and regain what has been lost in the name of Humanity. This was the story that the old Felix told to Captain Dewey and his associate.

.....

They found the old man reading books on his sofa.

"Old man, where's the prince?" Dewey asked. A man with a blonde hair appears from the kitchen. "Have you decided?"

Captain Dewey nods. "But we're not going away. We're going to defend this place. Prepare the villagers. They're safer inside their houses. We're battling them outside the town. "

Prince Albezar grins. "Thank you, you have my gratitude."

"Enough with courteousy talks let's get moving."

...

They left the village deserted. Still burning with fumes of smoke and fire. The whole army assembles. Their feet shaking the very ground. The wind howls. The dark, ominous sky rumbles. The red banner hoist within their ranks. As the assembling army chants their warcry, their chieftain Korlas takes his axe and raises it. The cry grows louder.

"We Ogres knows no defeat. A human resistance has done that to us, earlier."

A moment of silent.

He continues." They will pay." His eyes glaring with fury.

The Ogres growls.

"Ogres!!! Prepare to march!" Korlas shouted.

The assembled army marches to the north. Towards the village. The village where Dewey and his men is.

"Those humans are inferior. How can they do it to us? Azrul" Korlas looks at the scrawny figure beside him.

Azrul takes a deep breath. "With this army going to Edengard, I don't see any reason for you not conquering them. The defeat earlier is nothing. Focus. Humans are weak, fragile creatures who has no place here. Dwarves are smarter than them. We have strength. They're nothing but animals."

Korlas look up the sky. A drop of water. The drop turns in to a heavy rain. He grinds his teeth. "I will feast on human flesh tomorrow morning."

The rain keeps pouring. The marching army pounding the soil continues onward. Proud of what they're going to do once they reach the little village.

"If you need me." Arzul's eyes begins to flicker with green light. "I will make certain that those humans will end up being annihilated. We're the ones who's going to wipe them, not the other race."

Korlas starts laughing. His laugh blends with the harrowing storm and thunder raging throughout the sky.

Not far from the distance, a villagers spots their army. "The old man needs to know this."