Northeast park

Two hours since the invasion began

The invasion is a success. Thousands of savages have been purged and dozens captured. Not as frightening as the vision said, but the description holds true. These are the pale skin. Strangely, some of them have very dark skin and some even have skin as brown as a dwarf's. Strange indeed. Most men were taller than elves and rosians but not as tall as an orc.

"Excellent.", Ylindar said as he observed the captives being sent through the rift, "They will be fine speciments for studying. We must find their weakness."

The 'humans', as they called themselves, resisted but fell in line eventually. The smaller ones cryed and called out their parents. It made the rosians present sick. One of the woman broke the line and ran to Ylindar. "Please! Stop this! Why are you doing this? Who are you?", she said through tears and shaking breaths.

Ylindar slapped her, causing her to fall to the ground. "Silence you wench. You are not worthy of being in my presence, let alone speak to me. Take her!". Soldiers hoisted her up and dragged her towards the others.

"You monsters!", yelled a man, "You will pay for this! You will all die her-". Before he could say more, Ylindar pierced his chest with his sword. Then he turned to the rest of the captives, "Any more of you savages wiling to test me?"

"Stop!", yelled the rosian captain present, "I demand you give us our share now."

Ylindar raised an eyebrow to that, "Your share?"

"Yes. We fought, pillaged and brought captives. We did what you asked and now it is your turn to keep your end of the deal."

This made Ylindar chuckle, but he would humor the young rosian, "Very well. We are an honorable empire after all. You may choose ten captives and split them amongst yourselves."

"Ten?"

"Yes. Take them now before I change my mind."

The captain faced the captains. In truth, he wanted to save the weak and innocent ones from suffering, but he couldn't save them all. He pointed to them one by one, picking out the children and elderly first as well as a woman with child and strong tall man who fought against the ferrals and dwarves. Perhaps he could give them some insight.

"You over exceed rosian. I said ten.", said Ylindar.

"This is ten people."

"She counts as two.", he said as he pointed to the pregnant woman.

"She is with child. That is unfair."

"And what will you do about it?"

The captain studdered. He wanted to save her but it would mean dooming another life. What was he to do? He cursed Ylindar internaly. Honorable? Horse shit.

"Leave me.", said the tall human, "Leave me behind and take her. Please." The captain was stunned, to say the least.

"Excellent", said Ylindar, "It appears you can bring them all. Enjoy your spoils.". With that he left.

The woman thanked the tall man who then grabbed the captain by the arm and looked him in the eyes. "If anything happens to her, I will hold you responsible.", he said.

The captain nodded, "You have my word, warrior.". The man was dragged to the elven slave lines and pushed through the rift.

Ylindar was sitting at his desk writing a letter to the troops on the other side, saying how the invasion was succiding and a foothold has been established. Handing the letter to a messanger he got up and walked to observe his army. Ten thousand elves, all gathered in a barbaric land to bring civilisation. He looked up in the sky and saw the wyverns flying through the air. As he looked at them he didn't feel proud, he felt confused. There were too few of them. He brought fifty wyverns, which is half of an army's corps. Now there were less than two dozen. How?

His question would be answered as several strange contraptions flew in the air at the wyverns. They didn't have wings but still flew in a straight line. The wyverns outnumbered them and Ylindar assumed this was a victory, but his hopes were crushed as the contraptions fired what looked like cannons and tore through the wyverns like a sword through parchment.

He stepped back in shock and watched as the cannon wielding machines finnished the wyverns and turned towards them.

"General!", called a soldier, "Enemy carriages approach! It appears to be their army!"

Ylindar grinned, "At last. Soldiers of the light! Prepare yourselves! The savages have finally sent their army! We will crush them and clear a path for our reinforcements! Formations!"

The infantry prepared their shields and spears, archers and mages took their positions, it was time to face this world's true force. The metal carriages halted and out of them came out dozens of soldiers. Then dozens more came from flying contraptions.

Raising his sword, Ylindar yelled out the order, "Attack!".

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"Here they come!", yelled Paterson.

"Open fire!", ordered Jefferson. The rifles, machine guns and grenade launchers wreaked havoc upon the enemy. Bullets tore through shileds, machine guns ripped people appart, explosions turned any poor fool near it to minced meat. Their tight formations only added to their demise.

The attack helicopters arrived when they finished the dragon things and opened fire with their chain guns and anti-infantry rockets. The enemies fell by the thousands and some even started to retreat while most fell to their knees and begged for mercy.

When the firing stopped all that was left of the ten thousand enemy soldiers were scorched bodies riddled with holes. There was almost nothing left of their camp. The screaming soldiers were taken into custody. All but one guy with a cape.

"You-You dare!", yelled the blue skinned man, "Do you have any idea who I am!? Who I represent!? You shall suffer for your barbarism!". He drew his sword and ran to the nearest soldier, who promptly raised his rifle and shot him in the chest twice.

"Round them all up.", ordered Jefferson, "Send word to HQ that it's over."

The enemy captives were loaded up into trucks and sent to Fort Curz for questioning. As they were being loaded up, one of the blue soldiers started smiling and chuckling. "What's so funny?", asked Paterson.

"This is only the beggining.", he replied. Paterson widened his eyes and ran to Jefferson.

"Sir!"

"What is it?"

"I just information on the attack. This was the first wave. More are coming."

Jefferson wasted no time in reacting and grabbed his radio, "All units, prepare for a second attack! Air squadrens, hold your positions until enough of them group up and shot down those dragons! Don't waste ammo!"

"Rodger that.", said a pilot. The guard and police force pulled back and created a semi-circle out of armored vehicles facing the portal. Hundeds of rifles and machine guns were pointed towards the shining rectangle.

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Captain Zorgin led the second wave through the rift. The remaining fourty thousand elves and ten thousand dwarves marched to the other side. But something wasn't right. When the mesenger arrived he reported that the invasion was a success, but later dozens of soldiers came back saying how they should not go through. They came saying how the savages have great machines of death capable of destroying armies. Be that as it may, general Ylindar was out there and Zorgin swore he would bring him back.

"General Bardek!", he called, "You will lead the charge with your troops. After you get through, our cavalry and wyvers will enter and attack."

"Right.", said Bardek, "I can't let Dalmin have all the fun after all.". He rushed forward on his war hog, leading his troops. "Warriors of Nundolar! The enemy we face is formidable! But we will show them the might of dwarven steel!". The dwarven warrior roared and charged through the rift. As soon as they past through they were met with a horrid sight.

Thousands dead and burned, the camp nor the general could be seen, only the line of carriages and hundreds of enemy soldiers. Bardek didn't stop to think. The adrenalin carried him forward. He charged with his troops, screaming and firing, hoping he could break the enemy's defences. But hopes were not enough. The enemy opened fire and Bardek experienced true fear. His hod was shot and he fell on the ground. The enemy's boomsticks fired without stopping, their cannons killed dozens of soldiers with each blast, they couldn't even get close. His pride, his dwarven pride, was broke. He could only lay down and pray he would survive.

Zorgin led his cavalry through. He looked for his general but found nothing but dead bodies and ash. He snapped back as he heard cannon fire and redirected his troops. "Over there! Their flank is less defended! We will break it, come on!". Leading the cavalry charge he kept observing the enemy. They had strange looking black shileds and only a single line between two carriages. They opened fire with their boomsticks and Zorgin's cavarly started taking casualties but still held on. Zorgin was closing in, but then the enemy soldiers fired some sort of metal boxes that spewed smoke. 'What trickery is this?', Zorgin thought, but when the smoke spread and got into their eyes, they understood its purpose. It made their eyes burn and they could hardly breathe. The horses were affected the same way as they stopped in their tracks. They couldn't see anything but they felt as they were knocked out.

More and more soldiers exited the rift and with their sheer numbers they were starting to get close. But as they did, the flying monsters of metal rained fire upon them and their numbers kept dropping. The wyverns were blown to pieces by either them or the cannons. It wasn't a battle, it was more of a one-sided slaughter. Only a few dozen were able to run back to the rift. Most were either wounded, screaming from the killer smoke or just layed down and surrendered. Surprisingly, the enemy took them captive instead of killing them. Zorgin tried to resist, but to no avail.

"Where is general Ylindar?!", he yelled as he was dragged, "I demand you answer me immediately!"

One of the soldiers in light brown armour came up to him and grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to another direction. After stopping he pushed him his knees. "Here.", he spoke, "Is this him?"

Zorgin could barely see, his vision was foggy, but there was no mistaking it. The armour, the cape, the helmet, it was him. Zorgin shed tears of regret, regret that he failed in his duty.

"I'll take that as a yes.", said the soldier before lifting Zorgin back on his feet.

"You haven't won!", Zorgin yelled, "Our fleet has taken your shores by now! Soon enough, more ships will follow and you will perish!"

"I wouldn't worry about that.", said the soldier in a calm tone, leaving Zorgin puzzled.

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Three hours earlier

South coast of California, Del Mar, near San Diego

Admiral Lothar Tanros has passed through the rift. Large enough for more than a dozen ships to pass through it advanced his progress. Each fleet was well-equiped for an invasion. It consisted of twenty troop carriers with held ten thousand troops in total, thirty attack ships with eight cannons, five wyvern carriers with five to six wyverns each and fourty five supply ships with materials necessery to build sustain the fleet and build a coastal fortification. All are led by the admiral's personal grand ship. A huge naval vesell with several sails and cannons on both sides. Truly a powerful presentation.

"Admiral!", shouted the first mate, "Land is within sight!"

"Excellent!", said Lothar, "Let the wyvern carriers pass through first. I want air superiority as soon as possible. Along with them I want half of our troops carriers. We need to take the shore immediately."

"Yes, admiral!".

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Lieutenant Mitch Floyd was just doing his routine patrols. It was his turn to take the patrol boat for a spin. All he had to do was go to Dana point and back, simple, he's done it dozens of times before. All the while the crew was gathered around a TV and watching the live recordings of the attack in North Carolina. What they felt was beyond words.

"Sir, how can you not watch this?", asked a crew member.

"It's cause I trust our boys to kill those freaks.", Mitch replied, "Don't you?"

"W-Well of course but, damn. This shit is insane. Gotta say I'm jelous, I kinda want to shoot some dragons."

"Careful watch you wish for, kid.". As Mitch sailed on he began to notice something strange in front. A large number of wooden ships heading towards Del mar. In the sky were large dragon like reptiles. 'Just my luck.", Mitch thought.

"Battle stations!", ordered Mitchel, "Looks like your wish came true Fred!"

Fred looked out and saw three dragons flying towards them, "Holy shit! I didn't mean now!". He ran towards the .50 caliber machine gun and readied himself. The cyclone class patrol boat wasn't something to be messed with. As the dragons got closer, the 25mm machine gun raised itself, aimed and let loose. The lizards couldn't even react before they got turned to Swiss cheese.

"Woohoo!", cheered Fred, "We got 'em!"

"Don't open the champagne just yet!", Mitch shouted, "We still have those ships to deal with. I count roughly a hundred, various sizes. Richerdson, get in contact with HQ! Tell them what's going on, we need air support. Alert the National guard as well."

"Yes, sir!", said Richerdson.

'God help us.', Mitch thought as he sailed into the fray.

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"Admiral!", yelled the first mate, "Some of our wyverns have been killed."

"Where?", Lothar asked.

"They spotted a ship coming from the south and decided to deal with it, but now their dead."

"A single ship?"

"That is what the captain said."

"Tell them to send what attack ships are near to destroy it. Nothing must disrupt this invasion."

"Yes, admiral."

On the shore, the savages run. They run from the water and into their city. The wyverns already started swooping down and devouring them. Their soldiers in blue clothing fired at them with their boomsticks, but did next to nothing. A few managed to shoot down the riders, but that didn't stop the wyverns themselves. Now that the shore was empty, the troops could move in. Dozens of landing boats rowed to the shore and dropped off hundreds of soldiers who ralied and attacked the savages, but their weapons have halted the assault.

"Push through!", yelled a lieutenant, "They are few in numbers! We must clear a path!". In that moment, two wyverns decended unto their carriages and destroyed the soldiers in blue. With that, the cohort marched on and reached the wide road. However, in the distance they saw more metal carriages, but these were bigger and in a different color, with large boomsticks on top. The wyverns flew at them, but they soon got shot down and the carriages halted. Out of them came dozens of enemy soldiers, all dressed in vastly different armour than their blue counterparts.

The cohort got into a shield formation and the mages prepared to block the enemy's weapons, but they couldn't. Their magic wasn't working. "Do not falter!", the lieutenant shouted, "We must-". His mouth stopped moving as soon as it got blown to pieces by the enemy. The shields and armour provided them no protection. They were all cut down and the enemy advanced. More and more of their carriages arrived and they quickly retook the shore.

"Admiral, we have a problem on the shore.", said the first mate.

"I can see that!", yelled Lothar, "Tell the attack ships to form a firing line and destroy the enemy! We cannot let them... are you listening?". The first mate pointed out towards the approaching ships in the distance. Five of them, two large and the rest smaller, all made of metal, and above them over a dozen flying arrow heads, dropping what looked like eggs. Each 'egg' landed on a ship and blew it to pieces. Dozens of ships destroyed just like that. Lothar didn't have the words to express himself. He kept looking towards the enemy ships as they aimed their cannons and fired from impossible distances. The crew panicked and begged for help, but Lothar couldn't say anything. In his final moments he watched as giant metal rod flew into the sky from one of the ships and blew him to pieces along with his crew and ship.

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"Boom!", cheered Fred, "They got the big one!"

"Shut up!", shouted Mitch, "Let's do what we came here to do.". He guided his cyclone patrol boat along with another one towards the enemy 'landing crafts'. The two opened fire with their 25mm chainguns they tore through the boats and ripped the soldiers inside apart, scattering their remains across the water. Along the way they picked up the handfull survivors and tied them up.

In the main battle, two destroyers, USS Dewey-2 and Cutter, opened fire on the enemy fleet. They targeted the largest ones first, and when they were done they moved on to the armed ships. The enemy was in complete chaos. Destroying the lead ship with the cruiser missile was a good idea, now they were leaderless and easy to take out.

The jets destroyed the ships on the outer formations and later moved inwards. Eventually, there were only thirteen ships left. Four had canons and nine looked like the just carried suplies. They surrendered and raised white flags, a smart move. The coast guard boarded and cleared all of them before arresting the crew and towing the ships back.

"This is quite a mess lieutenant.", Fred said.

"It is. You just had to wish for a dragon, huh?"

Now that the attacks were stopped, the hard part began. Counting the losses and making a plan for what to do next.

End of chapter 3