Chapter 30: Book 2: Chapter 3: The Johnson

The elven prophet of doom was dead, gobbled up by a creature from a ten-year olds worst nightmare. Shit just got real, and very fast too. I was reminded of a line that my uncle has been constantly trying to beat into us for the last three weeks prior to our graduation and deployment. “To the inexperienced war is a romance, an idea and a fantasy.

You all envision yourselves heroes, to go down into the battlefield and win victory and glory for the coalition, but Alfheim! Is a Confluence point, the center of the elven universe, a mirror image of what is the center of our own universe; earth. This planet was or rather is a part of the Nexus Point! And it is land that the elves themselves have never been able to conquer in the thousands of years they have had access to it and have been trying to colonize and you’re all about to be dropped into the worst place in it’s entirety; the whispering woods.