The Last War

Today is March 23, 2025. It’s another bloody day. The bullets, bombs, and the bursts of magic never seemed to end. The trenches are full of mud and the blood from my fallen commerads. I was ordered to defend the front lines at all costs, but my fellow soldiers are in bad shape. We can barely hold the line. Everyday we get new troops,but by the end of the day, most of them are gone. I grabbed my carbine rifle and started to fire straight in front of me like a machine. There was so much smoke from the bombs and magic, that you could barely see a thing. I kept firing like mad as if it was my true nature, and just then I heard what sounded like a deep whistle and than blackness.