The Great North Review Novels & Stories

He stepped forward and shouted angrily, "Who do you think you are? How dare you yell at our captain?" "Captain? What captain?" Fiona was stunned. Max replied angrily, "Open your eyes and see clearly! This is the captain of the special forces, Skywolf!" Victor continued, "He's a recipient of the Medal of Honor, a national hero! How dare a woman like you yell at him?" "What?" Fiona was struck dumb, staring at me wide-eyed. Phillip was also stunned, a flicker of fear in his eyes. Fiona trembled as she said, "No... No way... Timothy is just an ordinary clerk..."

------------------------------ Northern realm - Northern tribes coalition camp ------------------------------ On the melted snow-covered ground. There’s a Great war camp stationed here for more than 4 months to wait for summertime in the north to continue the war. This war camp consists of many leather tents, some of them are the size of a traditional tent that was used as a soldier resting place, some is at the size of some giant beast and have the beast roaring sound aloud from it. Within the luxurious tent of a camp leader that is decorated with many trinkets from nature such as beast horn, beast fur, and ferocious beast head.

We plummeted through the mist, the Obsidian Fortress shrinking behind us into a needle of stone. Below us, the North was a scarred tapestry. I could see the blackened remains of the Whispering Glades, a dark bruise on the earth. Further North, the Silver Mines were still smoking, the fires of the refineries refusing to die. But as we crossed the border into the Great Tundra, the world changed. A wall of grey mist, thick as wool and silent as a tomb, was rolling across the white expanse. It moved against the wind, a slow, predatory tide that swallowed the sunlight.