Demona Chronicles: Fallen Angels
"Renewed Strength"
The Empire slogged through months of terrible pain, with little joy in the streets. The nights were long, the days lonely. A great sense of sorrow spread through the ranks of the army, navy, and flying service. Everyone did their duty, but their hearts didn't ring out with pride or glory. We lived for our glorious past, not for a future that seemed ever dimmer. Our lines of defense, though tigers on paper, were kittens in the field. Our allies were folding, collapsing under the weight of a modern world being born in fire. We stood alone against the world, and alone we could not last for long. It would be a glorious end, but an end all the same. The jackals gathered, closing in for the kill. When they came darting forward they found not a weak and sickly corpse, but a hard rock of an Empire. From where all this renewed strength came nobody could guess but it was overwhelming. The end is not yet at hand...
-Demona
The Empire slogged through months of terrible pain, with little joy in the streets. The nights were long, the days lonely. A great sense of sorrow spread through the ranks of the army, navy, and flying service. Everyone did their duty, but their hearts didn't ring out with pride or glory. We lived for our glorious past, not for a future that seemed ever dimmer. Our lines of defense, though tigers on paper, were kittens in the field. Our allies were folding, collapsing under the weight of a modern world being born in fire. We stood alone against the world, and alone we could not last for long. It would be a glorious end, but an end all the same. The jackals gathered, closing in for the kill. When they came darting forward they found not a weak and sickly corpse, but a hard rock of an Empire. From where all this renewed strength came nobody could guess but it was overwhelming. The end is not yet at hand...
-Demona