“Who would have thought that it all start in Canada. Seville war brook out just after the states pulled out of Iraq”. He breathed deeply in to his scabbard to make shore that the stealmites went infesting it and as always they weren’t. Never could figure that one out the pieces of shit were everywhere but my scabbard. Every man lost at lest one sword to them but me hmm. He thought well dragging of his bowl. That was one thing about Canada it had some dame good sweetleaf he thought as he exhaled. “Sir Sir there coming, the dame statesmen there’s got to be at leased a thousand of them” said jimmy his lead scout as he panted. Before jimmy was done the forth word he was on his feet shouting orders. Jimmy knew he was still listening from experience.

“Ready thoughts artillery." The artillery was giant frames of wood shaped like a triangle but as big as a house with a scope in the middle that flung huge boulders in the air three at a time. When the boulders hit the ground they explode in a million peaces killing hundreds at a time. The chosen make them do that. The chosen are people whom are given great power by the leader of all. Who calls himself Mike lead hand from heaven. Most don’t duet him… for long anyways. His power lies in god so he says. These chosen are just about any one. From the highest general to the lowest bum. He says that station in life is nothing in god’s eyes.

“Sir Statesmen are coming form the north” said Dave his favorite scout. At that moment the artillery fired. The screaming of the boulders though the air was like a thousand men being light ablaze at once. And when it hit the ground it was like the same men whaling. After that there was a thousand men screaming.

“Sir I just got a report that there coming from all sides there be here within the hour there. Thirty thousand in the east, ten thousand in the west, twenty thousand to the south and five thousand to the north.” Said jimmy as one of his men ran off.

“Well jimmy you just became my favorite scout.” he said “Frank, James, Dakota front and center” he yelled so all could here more artillery fire more screaming more waling more screaming. When is it going to end he thought. Praying for forgiveness he had come to understand that it was all humanities fault that the time of constant blood was upon them. Every man women and child was praying for an end, yet it never came. The blood the guts and gore has been going on for longer then any man he knew was alive. Except maybe Mike. As Frank, James, and Dakota got there they were bloody. Frank a sergeant started.

“Sir lucky we made it. It seems that we’ve be infiltrated. On our way here twenty men ambushed us. We lost ten good men and a little blood to. Three got away Sorry sir.”

“We got bigger fish to fry men. Were under attack as u can see and they get six to one. We got half an hour till they get here so get ready. I’ll take the east frank you take the west, James you take the south, Dakota you take the north.”

All three at once replied with a “yes Sir” “Ok now there is thirty thousand to the east, tem thousand to the west, twenty thousand to the south and five to the north. Here is the plan were split in to four groups Dakota you’ll take the largest, finish up quickly we’ll need u in the east. Everyone take the normal troops and kick ass. We have three chosen with us two on artillery one with me. Now jimmy get the scouts out of the field all but four. You’ll go where needed so stay back for a little time. Tell the scouts that you leave out there to get back here ASAP once they have laid eyes on statesmen and there not to be seen. Now its time to get ready." "Hooaa!" Was there reply

As he sat in his ready tent he thought about his friends and family back home his mom, dad, brothers, sisters and the rest of them. What he did in this war was murderous but it had to be done. He wondered if he could look at his bother after having to strangle that boy who looked so much like him even had the same helpless look his brother had when they got in a fight a was mounted. “Aaaooo fuck its no time to think of that” he said mounfuly. Fuck but like always it was the only thing he could think of. So he hit that pipe again. “Dame it why is it always such a long what for battle?” he said as he turned to the door and jimmy entered his tent.

“it’s nerves as far as I can tell sir.” jimmy said “the scouts are back and every things ready to go sir we have about ten minutes before it starts. The scouts say the numbers are much smaller than you said. I took the liberty and sent the best we got out tracking to find the missing men. I told them to report back if they find anything. Also to go the opposite way if there seen and not to go more than a mile off with out reporting to me first. The chosen have blessed, why I can’t figure. Say it’s the will of god. I thing this is part of gods war sir and its time that this purging of the planet is over if you ask me sir.”

“But god didn't did he.” He said “tell the men to line up I need to talk to them.” “Yes sir.” As he turned to go Dakota walked in and pulled him with her. “Sir we have to talk.” “About what corporal.” “The way you treat me sir. General gorge sent me to u case I’m the best sir, and every time there is a chance to prove it you give me the easy job. Just wondering why?” “Jimmy you can leave.” “Sir” as jimmy left the rage built in his eyes and Dakota started to squirm. With a smile on his face at that site something he thought he’d never see he begin. “If you ever in my life question my orders again in front of the solders I’ll strip you hide and make you wish you were dead under stand.” he said with a belittling tone to his voice. …… “Well do you under stand me corporal.” “Sir yes sir.”

She said “Now as for the way I see it you have the less experience out of all of us. So you get the shit job do you understand.” “Sir yes sir.” “Now we don’t have time for this so get to you men they need you.” “Yes sir.” As she left he exhaled deeply. He got up and went after out her. When he walked out of his tent all he heard was yelling and screaming of "VICTORY, VICTORY, VICTORY." He raised hi hands for quiet and it came. His men were brave, strong, fierce, and loyal and knew no fear but one and that was losing him. He kept this secret to long.

“Men, women I have something to tell you, this battle that is about to befall us is about me. There here for me and I plan to go with them.” A hush went though the crowd and whispers of “what dose he mean” but it all came to this moment this instant in time (what a long time it was.) “I living a lie and it’s this here in frontof you, this life. I’m not who I say I am I'm a statesmen I came to Canada a long time ago before you all were even born.”

“That’s a lie it’s impossible” “No it’s not this war of wars has been going on for nine hundred years. I came to Canada five hundred years ago and meet mike. He told me this day would come. When I’d have to make a chose the same chose I made five hundred years age. Only I’ll make it right this time. All the battles we’ve been in everything we went though together all comes down to this. The War Between the States and Canada was my fault. Five hundred years ago I was in the same situation as this 6 to1 against me. I was a rebel in charge of the men. The opposing army would have left my men alone if I was to go with them but I was selfish and afraid. I was nineteen at the time and overconfident I meet a lady who gave me great gifts. She told me I’d live to see the peace beyond and the fates would use me to bring it. May the god of the people forgive me? But she told me my family would live to the war on the other side of the peace beyond. I say to you all I must go so you can continue to fight for that peace. Don’t morn me for I am not gone I have just left. I will lead you again. SO LONG.” He said the last with a regretful tone to his voice. For he had come to love them all.

As he turned to walk toward the approaching army he saw that he was surrounded by forty thousand men at a rough guess. And one. One with glowing eyes. He walked up to that man a whispered in his ear “so it’s over is it.”

“Aaoo that it be” said the man in an Irish accent” now you’d be on your knees. I’d be liking your men to see this.” He felt something hit the back of his legs and on his knees he was. He didn’t need to look up to know that a sword was being lifted over his neck. As this happened time slowed down. Dakota yelling “NNOOOOO” was all he could hear. In a flash an eye lighting fell from the sky hitting the ghoulish mans sword and ripping him in to peaces.

“fuuck” said the Irishmen and he drew his sword raised it as it descended so all could hear he yelled “SO IT IS OVER” in the harshest voice but his voice was beautiful at the same time. Just before the blade hit it melt in his hands burning his hands together as lighting struck just below the man blowing his right leg off. As the man howled his men moved in if they could not have him they would take his men. That is when he learned that to bow on one knee was a solders way of respect but on both you would be plucked for the earth and given the graces needed hash time call for harsh measures as he stood up the lighting fell and burning flesh was all any one could smell.

“Draven hay draven?” said a close voice “DRAVEN ITS TIME TO GET UUUPPP!” The voice yelled as his head began to bounce. Draven juped up out of his bed and grabbed the knife from under his pillow quick enough that his friend was up agents the wall with the blade to his throat, before he had time to draw his own.

“Yoo man it’s me!” he said breathlessly hand in the air to signal he gave. “Dame it man don’t do that to me.” Draven said hopelessly “one of these times you’ll have your throat cut. I’d have to fell bad.” “I try not to next time. You thing you can take the knife away now man.” “Shit sorry. These are some bad times.” “Ya man they are. But the summons! If you don’t hurry we’ll be late and do you remember last time?” “Who is it this time Seles, David, Jimmy… the list goes on and we’ve meet them all.” “None, this time it’s serious it’s Mike thee Mike.” He said with a quiver “Dame Maybe we should leave town.” Draven said with an uneasy look in his eyes. “He’d find us. He always finds runaways?” “Alright now get out so I can get dressed.” As he walked out the door and in to the kitchen he froze.”

“Fucking people always making me get up.” Draven muttered to himself has he got dressed. As he pulled his shirt over his head looking towards the window out of no were a face appeared scaring hi and making him take a couple steps back as to not trip. He went for his knife and it was gone. “Dame it selena!” he said yawing “you got the quickest hands in town (city was more like it with a population of ten thousand) but just don’t now when to us them.”

“Well draven if you would get up you’d know who’s in your kitchen.” She said with a smirk fit for a queen. “Well if you listen you’d know Andrew and my self have been summoned and are in a hurry.”

“Not as mush as u think but you still should hurry.” And on that note she was out the window and gone. “People always messing with my mind dame ….” He muttered to him self again well he finished dressing. When he was done and in his best cloths he walked out and down the stairs. As he went by the kitchen he yelled “Andrew let’s get going. Dame in where is we.” The last a whisper. He froze in mid stride.

“I see your all done up for me.” A voice said from the kitchen. One he recognized as Mikes. He turned to the kitchen shocked. He did not see what he expected it was Mike in the kitchen but not. It was Mikes voice and look, only with jet black hair not blond, red glowing eyes not blue and in wired close the licks of with he never seen. Draven dropped to his knees and bowed his head just in case this was a test. Mike was known for that. But as he did this the man said “I also see you know who I am.” “Is this not a test?” The man throw his head back and laughed. “What’s so funny?”

“How much u don’t know boy” he howled. The door to the kitchen slammed open as Mike walk in. “In the name of god I strike thee for my presence, send you to the bowels of hell from witch came, grant thee the punishment bestowed upon by all that is holy, BE GONE.” Mikes voice boomed in such a way as to make the walls shack. With a pain filled laugh the man seemed to disintegrate in thin are.

My famliy always called me sick and twisted and told me to write. So what do you think thanks john tanaskow

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