The D-Day

The day where the fate of the universe was decided, such an imposing yet distant word, it could so easily be incorporated as part of a story, or a play, or a verse in a troubadour's rhymes. But when it appears in the form of divine legends and heroic epics before everyone, no one would have thought that such a thing would happen in real life, happen while they were still alive, happen right before their eyes.

Tannagost, Valley of the Sacred Spring, New Pioneering Point. Spring of the Third Year of the New Calendar. Dawn. Windless.

Ulyanov held the weapons that had been handed out a few days back, as he stood on the watchtower outside the pioneer settlement. His vision slowly swept across the great vines of the forest in a distance, and the cold night valley wind kept him awake.