Post by Song Nai on Oct 9, 2016 19:35:10 GMT -6
"Only he who has no use for the empire is fit to be entrusted with it."
~Zhuangzi
My name is Jaune Arc, and I was eight years old when the Grimm Horde first attacked my home.
We lived in one of the smaller villages that escaped the devastation of the common raiding attacks, but it wasn't long before we felt the repercussions. It spread in ripples from the larger cities like a pebble dropped in still water, and they said it was only a matter of time before the Grimm washed over the land that our feet stood upon, and we were to be overrun by the invading abominations too.
Two weeks after the first major invasion, my father and my mother and my sisters who could fight took up their arms and readied to fight the encroaching hordes. The government wished for my father to lead the charge when the time came. He was a well-known leader and well liked, he would be the perfect figurehead. They gave him their best, offered him all the luxuries that could be afforded in a wartime.
It was because of this that our home was the best and biggest.
It was also meant to be the safest.
The government wanted to turn it into a fortress against the Grimm because there was nothing but open plains on all sides, perfect for a prolonged assault and continued suppression through bullets and traps.
A couple of days after, and Hunters came to the city. They told us that we were being evacuated to Vale in three days and we had until then to get ready, we were only to take what could be carried and nothing superfluous. We were encouraged to bring rations and medical supplies, but leave behind personal treasures that would weigh us down. Most of all they impressed on us that anyone not ready in three days, would be left behind.
The day before we were scheduled to be evacuated, holes opened in the earth, and the Grimm Horde streamed out into the streets.
From the first crack we knew our days were numbered.
The Hunters that were to escort us were too far away to get to us and still had to fight through the horde. My father was not there to protect me or my little sisters. My mother was not there to help put up a desperate defense. My older sisters were not there to create a distraction for us to run.
Even though we'd all known an attack was inevitable, we were unprepared for it when it came. The Grimm came like cockroaches from the deep rifts they had made, and quickly overwhelmed whatever fortifications that were meant to protect us. Our defenses were comprised of volunteers holding old and rusty weapons that have seen the test of time. They didn't stand a chance.
They massacred the civilians, cutting them down and trampling them like grass. Tearing apart those who could not escape their grasp as they washed over the buildings like a tide of darkness, swallowing all in its path.
My name is Jaune Arc, I was eight years old when the explosion signaled the beginning of the end…
~Zhuangzi
My name is Jaune Arc, and I was eight years old when the Grimm Horde first attacked my home.
We lived in one of the smaller villages that escaped the devastation of the common raiding attacks, but it wasn't long before we felt the repercussions. It spread in ripples from the larger cities like a pebble dropped in still water, and they said it was only a matter of time before the Grimm washed over the land that our feet stood upon, and we were to be overrun by the invading abominations too.
Two weeks after the first major invasion, my father and my mother and my sisters who could fight took up their arms and readied to fight the encroaching hordes. The government wished for my father to lead the charge when the time came. He was a well-known leader and well liked, he would be the perfect figurehead. They gave him their best, offered him all the luxuries that could be afforded in a wartime.
It was because of this that our home was the best and biggest.
It was also meant to be the safest.
The government wanted to turn it into a fortress against the Grimm because there was nothing but open plains on all sides, perfect for a prolonged assault and continued suppression through bullets and traps.
A couple of days after, and Hunters came to the city. They told us that we were being evacuated to Vale in three days and we had until then to get ready, we were only to take what could be carried and nothing superfluous. We were encouraged to bring rations and medical supplies, but leave behind personal treasures that would weigh us down. Most of all they impressed on us that anyone not ready in three days, would be left behind.
The day before we were scheduled to be evacuated, holes opened in the earth, and the Grimm Horde streamed out into the streets.
From the first crack we knew our days were numbered.
The Hunters that were to escort us were too far away to get to us and still had to fight through the horde. My father was not there to protect me or my little sisters. My mother was not there to help put up a desperate defense. My older sisters were not there to create a distraction for us to run.
Even though we'd all known an attack was inevitable, we were unprepared for it when it came. The Grimm came like cockroaches from the deep rifts they had made, and quickly overwhelmed whatever fortifications that were meant to protect us. Our defenses were comprised of volunteers holding old and rusty weapons that have seen the test of time. They didn't stand a chance.
They massacred the civilians, cutting them down and trampling them like grass. Tearing apart those who could not escape their grasp as they washed over the buildings like a tide of darkness, swallowing all in its path.
My name is Jaune Arc, I was eight years old when the explosion signaled the beginning of the end…