Nainso was only aware of two things when he woke up. The first thing was that the sky was on the ground. And the second was that either Igrath or Grunn had landed on him last night because everything just hurt.  
He leaned up, or tried to at least, only to realize a breadth too late that it was him upside down instead of the ground. He quickly found himself face-flat on the floor, the legs of the stool he had lucidly flopped upon at some point the evening prior screeching harshly against the floor. The pain within him was numb until two minutes of semi-consciousness passed, then suddenly his skull felt like it had been cracked open like a bottle, his spine ached from the odd slinky-like position he slept in, even all the markings from the tips of his ears to the tip of his tail rattled like hammered metal sheets. Nainso groaned and then groaned again as that simple sound vibrated his temple as though a gong was ringing inside his head.
He very slowly pushed himself back to

Jeneviv and Kalei were twins who were completely inseparable. They did everything together and they always cared for each other, even though one was more wild and energetic than the other. The two had a great time at the Harvest Festival, getting lots of candy and sometimes scaring the other visitors. Their mother wanted to go, but she was too busy with work.
“I wish mommy came with us. We had so much fun!” Kalei shouted as they walked home from the festival.
“Yeah, things weren't the same without her around.” Jeneviv answered. “Although I was glad she wasn't there when you scared all those kids with that mask”
Kalei laughed. “She would've loved it! That was comedy gold! She would also…” Kalei stopped talking to see something strange. Jeneviv also saw it.
The twins saw a mysterious door that was left open. This door led to their mother’s ‘special’ room. The room in which she always works. The door was always shut,

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
0000 HOURS, JUNE 14, 1225
LIFE SQUAD SAILSHIP, MARGATE COASTLINE, ANDURUNA
With Life Squad’s escape off the island from the CCA’s grasp, teams Red and Blue are finally having their own breathing space after going through such an intense struggle they had wrapped themselves in. Operation: Slob-Raid had been successful, but not without the noble sacrifices of Green Team members Athena, Leonard, and Ron who had given their lives to see it through. If it weren’t for them and Fargo’s platoon had been alive, they would have likely to meet their doom with two platoons they knew they wouldn’t stand such a chance against the CCA’s overpowered might. Their names will be remembered from this day forth.
Most of Life Squad members had laid to rest, worned out from their last mission. Few of them are already keeping an eye out of things in Alcherra Ocean in case anything suspicious happens to them. Their ship had sailed to

FACTION WAR:  Buried Blood
Episode 4
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EPISODE 4
PHASE 4: CLIMAX

EARLIER THAT NIGHT AT THE TIME OF FLOODING BEFORE SUNRISE...

Isolated winds howl across the roof as mountains rise nearby in the gloom. Harsh stars glare upon the rooftop... But as the CCA team rushes into the open air, that is all that greets them. Matt, Scott, and Armand arrived, but there was nothing of import and Sibu’s panicked comm chatter implied she ran into fierce resistance.
"It's you or me you little shits and I won't make this easy for you!" Sibu's voice sparked from their Team Leader's comm.
Matt cursed for allowing a comrade to go alone and accepting such a foolish risk. Armand heard the distant sound of a struggle in the distance. "Matt," he asked, "what's our plan? Sibu was sent out alone, and for all we know the entire insurgence could be slaughtering her."
Matt cursed audibly, they had already wasted a timely deployment to the area and the combat w