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The year is 2022 people are wary after Kenis was almost killed at a party leaving him badly wounded. Some question if the Moon Kingdom still has what it takes to rule as some seem to have cued in on that notion to take advantage of it.
While that is going on something has been going on with the vampires lately and have seemed to have gone mad with bloodlust more often.
Growing number of ships in the Moon Kingdom's fleet is growing. War coming?
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I sit in this trench, upon this weary day, It's 1944, the skies dark and gray. World War Two a dark time, near the end of the war. I've been fighting aggressively, for five years or more.
My family lost in their home, from the bombing of London. A so horrible thought in my mind, of the great human sin. I really just want it to end, I've just near had enough. General orders a charge, this could so get rough.
We charge across the field, we call it "no mans land". Beaten helmets on heads, gun gripped in my hand. Under heavy fire, artillery and all Many will will not make it, many will fall.
We overrun a German trench, one after another. I shot an enemy soldier, who I found out was my brother. I sat down in the trench, weapon and all. And in all full sadness, I began to loudly bawl.
There was no time though, McMaine had been hit. A bullet through the eye, half his head blew to bits. One more trench to take, my morale though low. I hate just all these feelings, away they must go.
We rush across the field, to take the final trench. An artillery shell lands, it's thirst of blood to be quenched. It explodes very near, blowing off my leg. I turn to look at my burnt arm, fried like an egg.
I use my good arm and leg, to try to keep moving, The pain is excruciating, anything but soothing. I look ahead we took the trench, a feat we finally climb. I smile lay down and close my eyes, for the final time.