War and Survival

He felt himself falling.

And he made no resistance as he fell. The air's viscosity appeared pointless; it didn't slow down his fall at all.

From all around him he heard loud cackles and buzzings of electricity.

-It felt weird-

He opened his eyes wearily and when he did he shut it back quickly.

"Crap". He screamed frantically. 'Why was the ground approaching super rapidly?'.

And as it turned out–

He was falling from the sky at supersonic speed, and with him descended a large field of lightning.

He tried moving his arms; instinctively covering his head before the brunt of the impending crash. The lightning danced madly around him, casting eerie shadows over his face.

'BOOM'. He fell.

In the blink of an eye he had crash-landed with supersonic thud, turning an entire city into a massive crater. The lightning arcs; spreading numbers of kilometers around him, decimated everything.

That night, a city and it's entire population was wiped off the face of the earth.

There was no blood, no screams, no shedded tears. It happened instantly, reaping lives in a bountiful harvests.

And when it was over, there was only silence, silence and deadly stillness.

And the cause of all this was fast asleep, unharmed, he lay in a sea of smoke, debris..... and silence.

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Texla Enforcement Agency,

Joint Pantheon Prefecture (J.P.P),

Nola Region,

15:55. Tuesday, 4th October 2204.

Commander Pixler massaged his temples as he sank deeper into his seat. He was an old man of about 70, but his body; tanned and muscular spoke otherwise, these coupled with his long blonde hair and wild moustache, lied about his age.

"The troubles keep on coming, don't they?" He asked the man standing across his desk, the room was lightless, therefore all that could be seen from both the commander and the man were their gleaming eyes.

"I suppose so, sir" The man; Field soldier McGray answered while narrowing his deep blue eyes. "But this seems to be something different. The reports say that the Aforemages sensed something, or someone falling from the sky".

"I've read the reports Gray, they don't add up. This just makes the matter more troublesome, just thinking on what crap to feed the elders gives me headaches ". He looked up, straight towards Soldier McGray's eyes.

"Are there any survivors?" He asked, knowing the answer to his question but intent on keeping the conversation flowing. His eyes appeared to glow a tad bit more reddish as time passed.

"Yes sir, only one, and it appears to be a teenager". Soldier McGray replied truthfully, to which the commander sighed in response.

"A single kid managed to survive an attack that decimated an entire city in 2.3 seconds, an attack bearing unknown origins an an unknown method of occurance". He shook his head, both in confusion and in exasperation. "When the Major Faith Nations get wind of this, the kid and all our chances are as good as gone.

Gray nodded, the atmosphere in the lightless office room turned sombre. And for a few moments, both Commander and Soldier remained silent.

"What do we do sir?" Gray asked slowly, seemingly plantative on choosing the appropriate time to ask, he knew the commander's dire issue was not getting to have any opportunity to use the kid as a lab-rat.

"Well, I guess for our own selfish sake, we send him to camp" He nodded slowly as if to assure himself that he was making the right decision. "Get rid of the former report and exterminate any officer or Clanarian with knowledge of this, classify it as an attack of the terrorist group 'Xaifrerbers' ".

The commander had made his decision, and Gray just like any reasonable soldier of the 'Nola Region' chose not to persuade him, Commander Pixler was known across the Faith Nations and the J.P.P for his legendary sturborness.

"Then, sir" Gray spoke up "What do you plan on doing, if?..... No, When the elders of the Faith Nations get to know of this inherent deceit?". Soldier McGray questioned, he had asked the million dollar question, his words hid another meaning that the commander was smart enough to capture, 'Was it worth it?'.

The commander knew that if he was caught for the act of 'Monopolisation of an intelligence intermediary', he could be terminated.

Thus he remained silent for a few moments. Soldier Gray interpreted his silence as a gesture of indecisiveness and held back any words.

"Let them come", Pixler said. " I'm done playing coward" The Commander chuckled maniacally under the silent watch of his soldier.

"Let them come!".

His chuckles gave way to a mad bout of laughter.