Slowly wending a line toward Londinium, weary soldiers press onward in bright sunlight, their boots weighed down with dried mud and caked blood. Sweat drips from foreheads and seeps through the thick cloth of military jackets, but they don’t stop. The first wave to hit the White Ladies is vanquished thanks to the strange visitors in their midst but more come from across the seas and skies, headed for their small island intent on shedding the blood of Great Britannia.
Alongside the wavering lin...
Published on February 22, 2013 16:21