Defenders of Harmony

Darkness thats all I see , nothing more , nothing less . ' Bloody 'ell , this is boring ' I say in thought as I drift thought the darkness.

Well my name is Tristan Glenn , or better know to my mates as 'Irish' since I hale from Dublin . The nickname has stuck with me for quite a while .

' Now how the fuck did Aye wind up 'ere ' I say again in though as I try to piece together why I'm drifting though darkness .

Before I come up with any good answers , the darkness turns into a bright light and I soon pass out .

• Sometime later-

"Aye , bloody hell , why does it feel like I drank a whole bottle of Mad Dog ? " I say picking my self off the lushess grass

" This doesn't look like Knoxville .. " I say noticing the bright ass colors and weird looking trees . I just shrug it off and try to take a step before falling on my face .

" Sheeit , what the bloody hell did I trip on ? " I say looking at the ground for the source of my downfall , only to notice a duffel bag . Without second thought , I open the bag .

" What the ? " I say pulling out my custom Navy Colt Single Action Revolver , that has two shamrocks on each side of the cyndlire ( Sorry cant spell)  , and then pulling out a 30-30 Winchester lever action , along with a rifle holster and an holster for my pistol .

" Now how in the great hell did these get here ? " I say putting my holster in my belt loop on my blue jeans , along with putting the rifle holster on my back .

• 30 mins of tampering  and seaching later-

After putting my guns in their respective holsters I reach in the bag once more , when I do I pull out two more items , a 16'in Wesson bowie knive , and a can of Copenhagen Long Cut Straight dip

" Hell yea ! Now , were's me bullets ? " I say noticing that I havent found any ammo for my guns .

So I reach once into the ' Bag of Wonders' as I have nicknamed it . When I do , instead of a box of bullets , I pull out a note that reads

'Dear whoever this may consern , inside you will find your four most prized and wanted items from you world . The firearmes inside are enchanted to be able wo shoot with out reloading . Enjoy . - The Enlightend One '

I just sit there dumbstruck until I hear a voice say " HELL YES !! " At the sudden noise , I draw and cock my revolver

" Might as well check it out . " I say walking though the folige toward the voice .

When I get to the location , I see a man , rummanging though a duffel bag .

" Oh , and M4 ? Hell yes !" He says picking up the assault rifle and pulling back the cocking mechnism .

Just then I notice that he is decked out in an army uniform . ' What the 'ell is an Marine doin ..' My thoughts are cut off when I step on a twig , snapping it .

" Shit .. " As soon as I say that , the GI turns and fires a burst of gunfire to the right of were I am .  So I take the chance of him not knowing were I am at to sneak to a postiton behind him . When I do , I see that he has forgoten the sound and has returned to the duffle bag .

So deciding that this is the best chance I got , I start to sneak up on him . When I get about 4 feet away , he turns and swings his M4 at my face , which he successfully hits me with, and then jumping onto me and puching me in the face .

" Think I would forget about that sound ? " He say landing another devasating punch into my gut . When he goes to swing again , I catch his punch and hit him with a powerful right hook to his face , knocking him off of me .

So I take the chance to jump up and pull out my gun and point at his face , unforcantly , he decides to do the same .

As we stare each other down , a 1911 in one hand , a Civil War era revolver in another , I decide to state the clear point .

" Aye , it seems that were at an impass , eh ? " ,

" I guess so " He say with a tone full of wonderful anger . I lower my gun in a attempt to ease the tension , he keeps his gun pointed at  my face

" Aye , laddy , will you drop the bloody gun ? " I say holstering my revolver

" Just because you lowered yours doesnt mean jack shit to me . " He says

" Oi , bloody 'ell , will you just put the the damned gun away . " I say backing up a step or two .

" Why should I ? " ," Because , if you had'nt notice , were in the middle of a bloody forest ! " I say with anger

" True . Name is Zach Larrson . " He says finally putting the gun away .

" Aye , pleasure to meet ya . Name is Tristan Glenn , just call me Irish " I say holding out a hand to shake , which takes .

" Irish ? Nice .. Friends call me Danger . Now were the fuck are we ? "  He says looking around .

" 'ell if I know . Me and some mate's were drinking the night away at pub .."

" A pub ? Okay I can tell you Irish and all , but for gods sake , use words I can understand " He says while still looking around .

" Well boyo , a pub is a bloody bar . Anywho , we best get a move on and find a place that doesnt have creepy arse tree's , eh ? "

" Sure ... Lead the way , boyo " He says trying to mimic an irish accent

" Terrible .. Bloody americans cant do much of anything . Except for Copenhagen .. "  I say walking off in an random direction

" Hey ! Wait up" Zach yells after me .

• Some Time later-  After walking for what seems like forever , we finally spot a clearing past some tree's .

" 'Bout bloody time ! " I say pulling out my bowie to cut my to the clearin. After making a path , I venture out into the clearing , after looking around for any sign of a town , I hear Zack say

" Hey numbnuts , I think I see a town " He says pointing at the town

" Its Irish , ye army man . And why the bloody 'ell does the town look like 19th cnetury Britan ? " I say noticing that most of the houses are wooden or made of stone .

" No idea , but nothing ventured is nothing gained , eh ? " Zach says walking to the village , M4 in tow .

" That bloody idiot is going get him self killed . " I say running to catch up , little did I know that I would be in for quite a shock .