War torn Innocence (Chandra only please)

There are a number of worlds connected to Earth-- though very few are connected all the time. The breaching of the gaps has led to fairy tales, mythology and lore all around the world. Stories of nightmarish creatures or pixies-- ranging from horrifying fiction to pleasant stories for children before bed... Naturally all stories are some how based off of something that is real.

Take for instance; elves. Beings of human intelligence, known for their magic skill and pointed ears have floated along Europe for generations. They are often included in stories discussing Unicorns and dragons and the like. Naturally-- there has to be a reason.

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Tyson stood in silence, a frown pasted to his lips as he watched the humans unload from the train-- like lambs to slaughter. He stood with a gun on his hip and heavy boots on his feet, his long blond hair pinned up and out of his face. Arlan they had called him-- and he had quickly risen through the ranks of the Dictators army. Now he was in charge of this God forsaken 'camp'.

Really, it was a slow time driven slaughterhouse, and he knew it. Still, what other choice did he have?

He walked as his men barked orders, separating the men and women into different lines, ordering them to strip before shaving their heads-- all out in the snow. The women cried, the men called out to their wives and children... The men would all be put into the gas chambers- while their children and wives would be forced to work the mines under the camp. Well.... if they were needed. If his mens charts indicated they needed more workers. If not, they would be gone too.

It was cruel, and put his stomach in knots.

He followed the women having no desire to see the men put down like tainted live stock.

"Sir-- we only need 10 hands in the mines to be full capacity." a solider reported in German. It was a brutish language, though he had picked it up quickly enough.

"Choose ten then. Make sure they look healthy enough for the work." the commander said, his blue eyes dull and lifeless compared to what they had been.

The other man nodded and ran off again, shouting orders. Of the group of 60 or so women and children, ten were pulln aside.. the rest were bough inside. The unlucky ten chosen for work stood shivering in the snow, most of them pressed to one another for warmth.

"Alright," the commander addressed the women. "this is how this is going to work. You'll be given uniforms and one meal a day, provided you do your work well." he frowned. Even the words on his own tongue tasted bitter. "You will be working in the mines, digging out coal. Morning and Noon you will be given hot water to ensure you stay warm and hydrated. If you provide above average work, you will be rewarded. Less than and you will be punished." he looked to the man standing to his right with a box. "Get them fed and in bed. They'll need their strength for the morning." he ordered, sparing one last glance to the group of ten ladies.