1 Chapter 1: Into The Storm

"The world is afraid of us. We are the gods' children of god. We scavenge new lands. We raid and grow in strength. We live for battle and are prepared to die in glory." Optimism would be undone, 20 years after World War I, the fatal seed of a woman fleeing her home planted. 1940 to 2000, 60 million more people would lose their life, but how did one woman attempting to flee her home lead to such a terrible invasion that Germany was taken over by the invaders known as Azaril? Come with us now as we pursue the history of the war with the Via Mail.

Nayvon was ready to ship off, he informs his mother that he would be dispatched in three days for a massive assault on the Via "Nay, I am proud of you. I can't possibly comprehend all of the feelings you're experiencing; there's no way I can, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. I'll pray for your safety on your travels and journeys every day." Nayvon responds to his mother's comment only with a hug. The invasion of Normandy began at 6:00 a.m. on June 6, and Nayvon and his squad are now deployed on the shores; it was the worst thing Nayvon had ever witnessed. All hell broke loose at 5:30 a.m., with planes and ships launching wave after wave of bombs onto the beaches.

It was time for the invasion, and despite his extensive training, Nayvon wasn't prepared for this type of asset. It was time to go, so Nayvon grabbed the rope net and threw his leg over the side, hanging on for dear life with 60 pounds on his back. Soldiers were now boarding the nearly full boats; when the engines started, the boats shuddered away, moving up and down the waves. Nayvon can hear the swooshing sounds of both teams' heavy fire. Our officer, who was standing closest to the ramp on the right side, shouted "go towards easy red, easy red!" as the boat zigzagged to avoid a direct hit from enemy fire. As we got closer to the beach, the Via soldiers continued to spring the boats with machines guns.

The boat got as close as it could before the ramp collapsed, and our officer jumped into the water while still holding on to the ramp, extending his hand to stabilize them as they went in. Nayvon was the third one out, water up to his chest, holding his M1 high and pushing the water with his legs to stay afloat. Nayvon was numb with fear, bracing himself for what was to come. It was early dawn, the beach was fogged in, flashes of light rumbling explosions, Via artillery: mortar shells bursting around them, bullets whizzing by. Nayvon tripped over several dead soldiers in the water, and his hair stood on end. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him through the smoke and gauntlet of enemy fire, running erratically to avoid fallen soldiers. Nayvon ran towards a bluff with a slight overhang where others huddled. Nayvon and his comrades were wet, scared, and trapped.

Nothing was said as they made room for each other, mirroring their fear and unable to encourage each other. Pausing for a moment to reflect, Nayvon realized he might never return home. As the men scrambled frantically for safety, sand and smoke sprayed upwards the beach, barbed wire, and landmines everywhere. A lieutenant made his way running towards Nayvon and his group, The lieutenant was looking around after he'd come out of a storm and into Nayvon's little sanctuary of protection, and Nayvon was ready to do what he was trained for. As the first and second waves prepared to advance, the lieutenant warned them to "watch out for those landmines." When they reached the top, they passed through a small opening in the barbed wire. Nayvon felt they had escaped the trap, and he kept his eyes open for any movement. He could see where the Via soldiers had entrenched themselves and were now dead. As they heard the places guarding roadside ditches, the shooting continued. As they saw them approaching them, the Via began to surrender, yelling: "Comrade! comrade!

Nayvon survived the Normandy battle and went on to fight alongside his regiment; it was thanks to his actions and those of others like him that the Allies were able to secure the beaches of Normandy from that point forward. Weeks passed, Azaril was still hiding out and even attacked The Soviet Union; they don't know why, but America and Britain weren't prepared for another invasion... it wasn't an invasion, it was a rescue mission, and more Via soldiers were coming to sea to save Azaril. If that wasn't bad enough, Azaril's men and herself came out of hiding and pushed the beeches hard. They fought hard, but America and Britain weren't strong enough to keep two attacks going at the same time... Azaril had escaped France. People discovered Nayvon was half Via and half-human a few hours ago on the Normandy beaches. Azaril was trying to get away from the beaches. Nayvon and his team spotted her. They tried to stop her, but they couldn't compete with Azaril's abilities. She annihilated them all.

Nayvon made an attempt to be a hero. He charged her with a trench knife as he ran. She yanked the knife from Nayvon's grasp. Disarming him, she choked him in the air. Azaril's hands transformed into razor-sharp claws that stabbed him in the gut. "Kill Nayvon, you need to kill them all," said a voice in Nayvon's head. Nayvon's teeth sharpened as he drew Azaril in, biting her in the neck. Azaril screamed so bloody loud that everyone faced them, she noticed Nayvon wearing Roman armor with a beak mask when Azaril dropped him. His lips and appendages were loosely stitched, and his eyes had distinct irides with miotic iridescence.

Azaril is enraged. Nayvon tried to launch onto her, but she knocked him flat out, making her lose control. Everyone was looking at them, which put Azaril in a worse mood. Calling out Nayvon for being a traitor towards Via, she spins around and walks away, getting on her ship and leaving the beaches. Nayvon awoke a few hours later to the end of a QF 1 pounder pointed directly at him. Unsure, Nayvon exclaimed, "I'm not a traitor!" The soldiers stared at him with dead eyes, ready for anything if Nayvon attacked. The lieutenant's name is Micheal Jenkins, and he responds to Nayvon, "Cadet Nayvon, you have committed an act of high treason. Whether or not the swift execution is the result depends on you." Nayvon is stunned, not understanding what he did, "any attempt to move from where you are, you stand out now, anything I deem the least bit suspicious will be met with lead, do not test me Nayvon!!". "Try answering carefully, Nayvon, what exactly are you, a human or a Via?!?" Nayvon is curious as to why all of the soldiers are staring at him with such intensity.

Nayvon believes he is a monster but is unsure why. "I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand," exclaims. "Son of a bitch is playing innocent," muttered the lieutenant under his breath. The lieutenant responded, "Answer me, or I'll damn you. Incursion won't get you anywhere. Don't try to stall by claiming ignorance. You're not going to stand a chance. You'll be blown to bits before you can assume your true form." "What true form," Nayvon said, the lieutenant replied "Everyone saw you attack Azaril, and she called you a Via.

Then we noticed you passed out, but you were wearing armor that was turning into black dust and fading away. We had an unobstructed view of you. A monster, an unknown ability, or you were assisting Azaril in her attack on us, and that creature is you! Nayvon, you are a danger, and I am well within my rights to eliminate you. I'm not going to let this go on for much longer. We are currently in danger of being attacked by Azaril Man. I'm sorry that humanity's fates are in jeopardy. I can't afford to waste any more time or resources on you. Do you follow me?" The soldiers on the beaches all wanted Nayvon dead. Nayvon has no recollection of what happened or what he did; all he remembers is being injured by Azaril.

The soldiers will kill him if he does not say the right thing; he has no recollection of wearing armor or injuring Azaril. "Enough, Nayvon, are you a Via or a human?" Nayvon is aware that he is human; his entire life has been spent raising him as a normal person. "I am human!" exclaimed Nayvon. The lieutenant looked down to the floor, raising his arm high and giving the order to fire, "forgive me but we are all monsters with choices," Nayvon feels distressed, biting his nails off, rapid breathing, and rubbing his neck, Nayvon knows he is screwed, but there is one goal to accomplish, and that is to stop those heavy shells. When Nayvon stood up, he didn't look the same, his eyes wide and his teeth grinding. Something was wrong with Nayvon. When the lieutenant gave the order to fire, Nayvon changed into his E.X.O suits, his chest took three shells, tearing off his armor, and his helmet was destroyed, and smoke of dust-covered everything in between them. Nayvon woke remembering everything, he remembers everything.