39th of Dawn, 1849

“Welcome to Laveska, Enforcers!” the commander shouted over the forty men and women on large dock. “My name is Kant Jezar, but you all will be calling me Commander Kant! You are currently standing on the small territory we have of this island, and by the end of this we should have all of it! Now! The majority of you are fourth legion, so I’m not expecting amazing results, but you’re still Enforcers, so failure will be a report to your respective commanders!”

“Isn’t that Kjallo Argos?” an Enforcer in the crowd whispered.

“I think so, but what’s he doing down here, shouldn’t he be in the north?” another said.

“So! You’ll follow my lead and be partnered up. Let’s bring this island into our care!” the commander finished, and everyone saluted.

“Isn’t Kjallo First Legion?”

“Yeah, this is weird.”

Kjallo sighed, walking off the dock and into the barracks. They looked like small wood homes with porches in the front. This’ll be a piece of cake, he thought to himself. I didn’t know I’d be placed with Fourth Legions.

“You also here?” someone said behind him as he began to open the door to his quarters. He turned around, and an Enforcer stood behind him. She had short black hair, and light green eyes. She looked around his age, maybe older.

“Kjallo,” he said, and reached out with his hand. “Nice to meet you.” Two stars on her shoulder indicated that she was Second Legion, above most.

“I know,” she laughed, shaking his hand. “Astrid. Nice to meet you too.”

“So you’re Second Legion?” Kjallo asked.

“Yeah, compared to the other’s I’m pretty high up.”

“Compared to most,” Kjallo corrected. “Second Legion is high.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

They looked off into the distance, the docks, Enforcers getting to their quarters, the sea.

“So,” Astrid said. “Why aren’t you up north?”

“My commander felt I wasn’t ready to take on the mission,” Kjallo admitted.

“And why is that?”

Kjallo hesitated. “Long story.”

An awkward silence fell.

“So... how old are you?” Kjallo asked, changing the conversation.

“A year older than you, sixteen.”

“You know how old I am?”

“You’re practically famous, not everyone gets into the First Legion that young.”

“Well you’re pretty close.”

“It’s a massive leap between Second and First.”

Kjallo smiled awkardly. “You’re right.”

The two stood in silence, until the evening bells sounded, calling all the Enforcers to dinner.

“Well,” Astrid said. “I guess we’ll have to unpack later. Nice meeting you, though, I look forward to our missions together.”

“Likewise.”

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The dark suited assassin came to Eskir at dusk, both men standing outside a broken temple, long abandoned by its Jyld worshippers.

“Aluger sent me,” the man said. He wore no mask, seeing it unnecessary to around an ally. His hair was black and combed back, with particles of snow tattered on the top.

Eskir put his hand out. “Nice to meet you, brother.”

“Gin,” the assassin told him, leaving Eskir’s hand unshaken.

“Not the shaker are we, Gin?” Eskir joked.

“I’d prefer not to. Now, Laveska.” Gin got to the point.

“Yes,” Eskir replied. “The commander leading the conquest, Kant Jezar, I want you to kill him. His… experiments, are deranged. We can’t have him finish his work, or we’ll be in trouble. I want you to find him and make him bleed.”

Gin let out a small smile. “Are you a sadist?”

Eskir laughed. “Maybe.”

“Alright. I'll kill him."

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4th of Light, 1849

Eight Enforcer’s stood by the gate of Jori, one of the three head towns of Laveska. Commander Kant in front. “Hopefully the mayor won’t realize we’re here till we get to the town hall,” he said. “Fazer and Egra, you and your partners will be stationed back here. We’ll be sending the residents out once we get the mayor and it’s your job to take care of them.”

“Sir,” they responded.

“Well then.” The commander walked toward the entrance. “Alterers.”

Two men rushed up and put their hands on the gate. Glowing blue lines spread from their hands onto the gate, covering it completely. The materials wriggled as they moved apart, the gate opening and giving way.

“Valg, Kjallo, Astrid. You guys are with me. Try not to make a sound, though it’ll be easier not to with the night on our side.”

The four ran through the main street, dodging streets with guards and making their way to the town hall. The Enforcers that were back closed the gate behind them. Take the mayor hostage, get the residents out, and done. This was the standard procedure they were doing for every other town, and they were seizing control so fast that the cities couldn’t communicate between each other and ready defenses. The main incentive of the Laveska conquest was to make the island a military base for the Valdorian troops when they would start conquering the other side of the continent.

The town hall was at the back of the town, a large stone building with two guards at its door. It stretched up, with a clock tower at the top.

They had circled behind it, coming up the side and stopping. They were on the right side of the building when Kant put his arm back.

“I’ll get in through the window,” he whispered. “You guys take the guards while I get the mayor.”

Kjallo rushed along with his team towards the entrance while Kant jumped up beyond human ability to the window, grabbing the ledge. The other three rounded the corner, coming towards the guards.

The two men only saw the Enforcers when they were right next to them. Kjallo knocked them out before they could say anything.

“Astrid, Valg,” Kjallo said.

They placed their hands on the door, and the materials separated just as they had with the gate. The main corridor was dark, dimly lit by candles.

“Lets get to his quarters,” Kjallo instructed. They ran up the stairs into the main area.

“Who’s there?” they heard someone shout down the hall, followed quickly by a scream. They ran towards the voice, knocking out guards on the way. They dashed into the room where the scream sounded.

Kant held a short man with a mustache by his shirt. He noticed the three Enforcers at the door. “Oh, hey. I got our guy.”

“Hi…” Astrid replied.

Kant threw the man over to the Enforcers. “You carry him, he’s hea—”

A dark shadow zoomed across the room, passing Kant and flipping him over. It stopped before the windows at the front of the room, as Kant got back up, locking his eyes on the assailant.

The attacker got up, and the three windows behind the mayor’s desk all shattered at the sound of a crack. He wore black leather armor, a dagger in its sheath on his hip, and a small contraption on his right hand glove. A black mask in the shape of a skull covered his face, his red eyes visible behind. 

He turned to the commander. “Hello Kant.”