Novel & Cerita Is Enemy At The Gates A True Story

“You freaking bastard, I’m gonna kill you. You hear me? I’ll kill you whenever I see you again.” About an hour later, I finally got to my destination. The one my father’s neighbor, Mara, told me about. And truly, the wall was magnificent. She did not lie about that. The gate was just as imposing. Tall, dark and heavy. You could tell that the metal was made of the strongest. I stood in front of it, searching for a way to get him while being plagued with lots of thoughts about the other things I was told. How true were they? And how dangerous were the truths?

ZAC'S POV The eastern gate is a ten minute walk from the council building and I make it in seven. The visitor is sitting on a low stone bench just inside the gate with a pack guard standing two feet away from her. She is young, maybe twenty, and travel-worn in the way that means she has been walking for more than a day. She is wrapped in a thin cloak that is not warm enough for the evening air and her hands are folded in her lap and she is sitting very still the way people sit when they are trying not to look afraid.

Not the lazy stomp of bored guards. The voice does not warn me this time. Because the energy feels different. Not violent but charged with anticipation. The locks click open. I rise slowly, heart pounding. The door swings wide. And standing beyond the threshold is not a guard. But Beta Marcus. He studies me carefully. “You are being moved,” he says. The words hit like thunder.​

Even Malach lowered his head. Darius still held his sword. But his grip had weakened. "If that's true..." He looked at Celeste. "...then why were the gates open?" Celeste stared at him. "Because they were never meant to stay open." "What?" "I unlocked them..." "...so the Queen's guards could lead the enemy into the wrong courtyard." Rowan frowned. "A trap." "Yes." "The palace had three gates." "The main army entered through the east." "Elena wanted them to believe the royal family was still inside."

I shot him a death glare and he held up his hands, waving them in defense, “Am I lying.” “I’m not in love.” I growl.” “Sure,” Killian replies, drawing out the word in mocking disbelief. After warning Jamerson and dynamite Al’s men about them possibly having firearms, more than fifty of us head up the worn main road that leads to the Crimson Moon's main entrance. When we arrived, the large iron gates were closed with guards posted on the other side. When I came here before, these gates were wide open. I thought they were just for decoration.

“I’m sorry....the soldiers took some citizens to the Gold Gates.” Dread seeped into my stomach like poison, bile rising in my throat as I got to my feet and sprinted towards the Gold Gates – the entrance to The Golden Kingdom. FUCK! I shouldn’t have ordered the evacuation. They knew I was going to do that, they knew I wanted the people safe, yet I walked them straight into a fucking trap. Racing to the Gates, fury burning my lungs while my heart thundered in the cusp of chaos with trepidation. My irises glow as I catch from the distance the resistance killing my soldiers, rage and resentment pour into my veins like gasoline and I forsake my control.

I was basically walking into the enemy's territory uninvited, but even then I kept a bold persona on my face, this issue wouldn't be resolved unless I spoke to Michael and found a mutual ground with him. "I'm here to see Michael Forger.." I said to the guard at the gate. I had come with my own guards, just two of them. Compared to the army behind these walls, two guards were nothing. But there was no need for a comparison, I had not come for war, I had come to negotiate and possibly stop a potential war.

"Alright asshole I got something for you. This is for you Happy Flower!" At the second gate. Alayna, Elise, and Nerissa all stepped to the side as the enemy army marched forward either not noticing or paying no mind to the lack of guards stationed at the wall. There were no enemies in sight as far as they could see, and the gate was open so the few who did notice figured nothing was amiss. The minority who did find it strange, found their minds put at ease when they saw their own princess standing in the open. All sharing the similar thoughts of -

I stepped onto the command dais and looked at the faces of the warriors. "For eight years, Goma Island has been a ghost on our maps," I began, my voice amplified by the hangar's acoustics. "A place where the laws of physics were rewritten to keep us out. Atticus thought that by sealing the gates with a composite alloy and an energy field, he could bury the truth of what he did to our parents." I leaned forward, my hands gripping the edge of the console. "He was wrong. He spent eight years hiding behind a wall. We spent eight years building an army. He thinks he’s safe because he’s on an island that no plane or boat can reach. But tonight, the gates are open. And the Vanguard is coming to col

The issue was that the gates were very far from our current location. I was still contemplating when the man groaned, and an odd but very pleasant feeling coursed through me. He groaned again, startling me, and I sighed, barely managing to get his arm around my shoulder before finally finding a balance and trudging all the way home. As soon as I arrived at the gates, the guards rushed to my aid without me having to talk, and I looked in shock as they immediately yelled for backup. I was bewildered. Even when my dad was injured in battle, he never got this much attention.