Another week later – Two weeks before Sanctum Day, after the previous meeting of the colonies in New London, in Dutch Korji, Commander-in-Chief Van Rijn rode on a carriage headed to their parliament.He rushed to the building and quickly ran up the stairs. While outside, a hooded figure noticed the military carriage and walked away, only to see rows and rows of Spanish colonial soldiers marching in perfect formation, some of them eyed him down as he moved out of the way.
The next day was another day to train for Isuzu. The three woke up before the sun rose so that Isuzu and Iowa could jog around the cold and foggy woodlands that surrounded them."Are you ready?" Iowa asked Isuzu as she tied her boots' laces. "Yeah." Said Isuzu.Iowa nodded, "You aren
In a quiet, dark room, a lady sat alone with no candle to light up.The lady had her eyes closed as she placed her cloak and staff besides.She sat quietly without saying a word, so quiet she could not even hear herself breathe.
Somewhere in the heart of the mainland of Terra Australis a few hours ago, South British soldiers gathered around in a campfire as the sun slowly rose.They huddled up in their coats as the slow, cold fog of morning dew. A few days ago they had received word from their general to leave their post before Sanctum Day but not before her permission.Then, a soldier on horseback shouted, &ldq
Ours is a southernmost land shrouded in mystery…A peripheral land cut off from the rest of the world…Where nature herself plays god…And humans live under her rule…Though our families before us sought to pursue trade, peace, and protect the ever growing world,Sailing to the farthest corners of the world with ships the size of palaces,Circumnavigating from the largest of archipelagos to the tiniest of islands…They found themselves in a vast land with no way out…Ours is a southernmost land shrouded in mystery…Of moraines and crystals…Where a generation have passed with no more hope of finding a way to their ancestral home…Land claimed yet no monarch or republic to recognise…Life moved on as usual…Towns built, loyal and neutral…Armies formed but no war
Thick cold air rushing between the passageways of the labyrinth of large crystalline rocks.'Iyala, Terra Australis.'-Gen. Matilda FosterA platoon of colonial soldiers surveyed the area for a mission they knew little about. The floor was rough and pointy and reflected light it could reach. The large glowing rocks displayed a text no one understood. Looking above, they saw the majestic Aurora Australis playing with the stars. And several comets that passed through a luminous ring; connecting massive planet-like stars organised like beads covering Terra Australis.The hidden continent displayed an ethereal prowess no man in the old continents could ever imagine. Still, the colonials had no time to address the natural formalities.Their general had sent them to look for a structure lurking deep in this place. The general had also sent one of her finest leaders and a good friend of hers, Col. Sonia Campbell.They were led by an Iyalaala. A floating crystal kite believed to have been the
A girl stood by herself in a cold and dark garden, its source of life coming two rows of dimmed candle lanterns sharing their rows with lush plants cut in the shape of a square. Between the rows stood a narrow and wide pond with the lanterns reflecting the ripples of the water. The girl stood in front of it all. She could see her breath merge with the cold air as she walked around the surrounding pavement of the pond. There were no stars above, clouds, nor even the moon or the beads of stars, on the other side of the garden; large, tall pine trees that were rustling heavily, giving the air a smoky scent of pine cones. She approached the pond to see the water clear, she saw her own reflection and realised she wore a long, white sundress, and the girl had short, black hair and brown eyes."Right... that's me..." She watched the water reflecting everything she does as the cold airbrushed her body. She noticed large flowers with the colour of blood settling on the bushes beside the pon
The town's eyes and ears were all about the arrival of South British colonial soldiers in their community. The platoon marched around the village with their red uniforms buttoned with bronze and white leather strapped around them with their haversack. They were led by a captain, a young girl named Iowa Campbell.She had blonde hair braided to the side and wore a blue shawl. Instead of a rifle, the captain carried around her a sabre and a Webley revolver. The captain ordered the platoon to stop as they marched to the town's centre."Spread out into groups", Iowa ordered as she raised her hand sideways, signalling dispersion. The soldiers immediately formed into groups of four, and each went on with their directions.A frail old man approached the captain. Upon first look, he does not look like he means to harm, reaching Iowa slowly and kindly with his wooden cane and curved back."Miss?" Asked the old man in a soft, weak voice."Yes, sir?"The people spectating the scene from their balc