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Black and White	By : DarkWolves Category: +A through F > Black and White Views: 1968 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3- Opening the Breach

The stars hung precariously in the darkened sky overhead, shrouding the advancing squad of Greek soldiers in the cover of perpetual darkness. Since the completion of the Greek Armoury General Sturnn had assigned Alex, as one of the few surviving veterans from the Aztec assault, to train the fresh recruits into soldiers worthy enough to be considered cannon fodder.
Due to his competence in training the raw recruits General Sturnn had promoted Alex to the rank of Sergeant. However with the fast reconstruction of the Greek military Alex’s overall importance in the command structure slowly began to diminish, returning him to his usual position as a low level soldier with the command only to lead a squad.
Alex’s current assignment had him leading a small squad of the most elite Greek soldiers he could muster in order to seize control of the outlying Norse villages controlled by the raiders and thugs who had once held single dominance over the island, but were quickly faltering in the face of the revitalised Greek war machine.
Alex and his squad of five men lay prone on an outcropping over looking the final village which had yet to fly the Greek banner. He looked across to his second in command; a guy the squad had nicknamed Don. “What’d you think?”
Don glanced over at him, looking back down at the bright beacon of the central village flame. “Let’s do it” Don smiled.
Alex slapped him on his side; rising to his feet he took one last look at the target. “Ok boys” He looked over the remainder of his squad. “Let’s go” He drew his weapon, his squad mates following suit. He ran silently down the hill, his squad following carefully behind him.

Once they finally reached the foot of the hill the band of Norse thugs inhabiting this village charged out to meet them on field of battle. The sound of steel meeting steel crashed loudly across the open terrain. Alex contested with a Norse warrior. The design of his blade and the elaborateness of his armour marked him as their leader. The Norseman slashed at him with his blade in an attempt to sever his exposed forearm from the rest of his body. Alex clashed his sword against his opponents, smashing his elbow into the mans nose. Blood ran from his face as he recoiled backwards in shock.
The Norseman cut at him again, only this time Alex was prepared for the attack. Alex sliced his sword around too meet his enemies, the screech of metal sliding painfully against metal disturbed the blissful peace of the valley. Alex jammed the contested swords, pushing the joined weapons upwards, breaking his opponent’s stance, bringing his sword upwards into the lip of exposed flesh beneath his torso. Blood drained delicately from the wound, the Norse raider collapsing into the grass at Alex’s feet.
Alex realised he’d spent the entire conflict holding a breath he didn’t even remember taking. He let out a slow continuous breath, watching the puff of condensation form before him in the cool night air. He looked around to see the remainder of his squad, assembling in the village centre. Everyone was accounted for, no deaths, just how he’d trained them.
His squad surrounded the town statue, the heart of the village. Alex reached for the wooden pole clasped tightly to his back, retrieving the blood red fabric adorned with the growling face of the Greek wolf, sharp swords crossing beneath it. Alex walked up the steps of the village statue, reaching up with a gauntleted hand to tear down the enemy flag. He stared at the tattered material in his hand, the flag was jet black material with an insignia not unlike their own, and the concept baffled him.
He shook his head clear, stabbing the Greek flag into place of the enemy’s flag. He turned to face the squad, raising his sword over his head, letting out a mighty of roar of victory. The squad echoed it, raising their weapons and smashing their blades against their armoured chests with a crash of metal on metal. But even in this celebration Alex could not find peace. Because looking down at the tattered remains of the Norse flag, he knew this war had only just begun.

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Day broke with a crow over the peaceful Greek village. It started as it did most days, Farmers carrying tools stepped into the fields, foresters and miners carrying fresh building materials hefted their load to the village store, recruits clashed swords in duels that rang out across the open fields. Alex stepped along the village streets, his brow wet with fresh sweat and his armour drenched in the dry blood of the Norse soldier’s he had slain.
General Sturnn walked past the mob of citizens patrolling the streets, approaching Alex with an extended arm. “Welcome back Sergeant. I assume you succeeded in your attack?”
Alex nodded, indicating his squad with a wave of his hand. “Zero casualties on our side sir, about twenty on theirs. I consider that a result”
Sturnn grasped Alex’s hand in his, slapping his other hand against his armoured elbow. “Good work lad, you showed great leadership” He prodded his finger into his torso. “Maybe you’ll even have my job one day” A fatherly smile grew on his lips.
“Sir” Alex reached into his pack, retrieving the tattered remains of the Norse flag he had removed from the village, presenting it to Sturnn as if surrendering an offering to their god. Sturnn took the flag, examining the tattered material, focusing on the wolf symbol. “Quite a similar crest wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes sir, the resemblance is striking. But I think the image has a greater meaning” Sturnn was obviously perplexed, interested in Alex’s statement. “It appears that the Norse have a creature not unlike our own. But considering they didn’t turn it on us the second that we made landfall suggests, the creature isn’t on the island at all. That tells me, sir, that this isn’t the Norse homeland”
“General!” A young private scrambled towards General Sturnn, his voice breaking with fear. “Sir we have a situation”

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“What do you think it is sir?” Alex question Sturnn, knowing that Sturnns knowledge of this anomaly was as limited as his own.
Sturnn stepped ahead of the crowd which had formed a semicircle around the anomaly. “It’s a portal”
Alex returned to Sturnn’s side, currently undertaking the role as Sturnns Second in Command. “If it’s a portal, it means it’s a threat. It may have been set up by the Norse; it almost certainly connects directly to their homeland. We should destroy it before they can send any reinforcements through it to invade”
Sturnn batted his hand. “If this was created by the Norse they would have deployed their army against us long ago. No, I think the Greek god is smiling down upon us once again”
“So where do you think it leads?” Alex questioned.
“I think you were right before, it does lead to the Norse Homeland, and I believe we can use it to infiltrate the Norse Land and convenience them to support us against the Aztecs”
“By convince, I assume you mean conquer through war” Alex asked.
“There are other ways than war” Sturnn admired his soldier’s youthful exuberance.
Sturnn stepped forward, turning to face his people. “I’m going to step through the portal; I’m going to take a leap of faith into the unknown, placing my faith in our God that he will lead me to safety. This makes what I’m about to ask even more difficult, I need a group of people to accompany me.”
Alex was the first to step forward and Sturnn admired that. Others stepped forward as well. “Remember that this may be a one way trip. You may never see your friends and family again, some may not even survive” Sturnns comments did nothing to stem the tide of participants willing to risk their lives in the service of their god to see the continuation of their race and the survival of their culture and their very way of life.
“Know this now, he who stands with me on this day, shall be my brother for now and forever” He turned to face the crowd, his face beaming with pride at seeing so many had flocked to join him. “Those of you we leave behind, remember us as what we are now, not what we might become. Farewell to all we leave to carry on our beliefs”
With his final goodbye said, Sturnn turned towards the portal that would either lead him to victory, or to his death. He considered either a satisfactory conclusion, as each would be done in service to the Greek God who had saved him, his men and his beliefs. “I’m ready sir” Alex stood next to him, still clad in his armour from the battle, matching Sturnns save the flowing red cape that cascaded down his back like a tidal wave of the blood of each soldier he’d slain in battle. “I know you are, but from now on. Call me Joseph Sturnn”
Joseph Sturnn then stepped into the portal, letting the light and warmth consume him. He was gone. Alex stepped forward next, ready to step into the maws of death at the heels of a great man like general Sturnn.

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Alex reopened his eyes, noticing he was standing in a wide open field, the dim shadow of a mighty mountain cascading over them. Alex looked around, a rabble of dumbfounded civilians stood searching for an answer for why they were here and where they were. Thankfully Sturnn was prepared with an answer. “Here we are” He raised his arms, encapsulating the land before them. “The Norse Homeland, here we shall appeal to their sense of honour, show them the advantages of fighting alongside us rather than the barbaric Aztecs”
“Yaagh” The group called out in a thunderous hail of cheers, ready to take their fight to the Norse.

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Alex stepped through the bustling streets of the recently completed Greek town. This had been the first time since the attack that he’d had a chance to recall the events of the past few months. Images of the burning houses still singed clearly in his mind. The dead that littered the streets still lay bare in his thoughts. And Acacia, she still cried out for help, her voice ringing in his mind, his head pounding with a sudden headache.
The pain suddenly intensified when alarm bells began ringing; one after another monotone clangs rang out across the town. Alex broke into a run, charging through the streets past stunned civilians. He came alongside another Greek soldier “What’s going on?”
“The Norse are at the gates”. Alex now ran with greater determination, the mild pain and torment that haunted him temporally banished from his mind. The battle was afoot.

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General Sturnn stood on the battlements overlooking the grassy fields that bordered the entrance to the town. Alex stepped up next to him. “The Norse have blockaded the town” Joseph Sturnn spoke without him even asking. “They’re hiding in the forest at the top of that hill” Sturnn pointed to the forest at the top of the hill leading down to the town. Alex noticed several figures standing at the crown of the hill, sentinels. “As soon as we attempt to advance they’ll storm us. With our gate closed they are unable to harm us” Sturnn stared out across the field, contemplating a strategy. “Open the gates” Sturnn said plainly.
“Sir?” Alex was unsure if he had heard him correctly.
“How many combat ready soldiers do we have?” Sturnn changed the subject.
“We currently have five combat ready squads, given another week and I’ll have another 4 ready” Alex spoke.
“Rally all of them. Bring them to the base of the wall. Order them to hold position no matter what happens. Don’t let them move outside the wall, are we clear?”
“Yes sir” Alex saluted. He turned to one of the other soldiers occupying the battlements. “Open the gates. And rally the troops” He just hoped General Sturnn knew what he’d just set in motion, was prepared to face it.

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The sound of creaking metal rang out across the town, the gates swinging open to reveal a gapping wound in the wall, easily accessible to the Norse soldiers waiting for a chance to strike at a vulnerable target. Sturnn looked down at the base of the wall, the soldiers were in position. The Norse sentinels ran back into the woods, alerting the Norse army in lying and wait. Suddenly an entire company of Norse swordsman exploded out of the woods, screaming their war cries as they charged down the hill towards the Greek town.
“Know that this town is nothing but an illusion” General Sturnn stood stern, watching as the Norse army approached. “No it is more than illusion, It is a clever trap with have constructed here” The Norse war cries rang deeply in his ears. “It is a rope covered with leaves that the rabid beast willingly stands on, tempted by a bloody morsel” A group of soldiers stormed onto the wall, nearly knocking Alex clear off of the battlements. He regained his balance, noticing that the battlements were now lined with Greek Archers.
“Only to find itself hoisted” The archers pulled their bows taut, taking aim at the approaching army. “And at the hunters mercy” Some of the Norseman noticed their coming doom, some leapt to the ground, others scrambling away in a desperate bid to escape. It was too late. The Greek archers let fly with a flurry of arrows, each finding their mark and impacting the Norse in a variety of different areas. General Sturnn looked down at the valley of death before them, turning to his second in command “Reopen the gates, I want the bodies disposed of as if they were our own” And with that he left his position overlooking the gates too the town. For now the Norse had been held at bay, but only for now.

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Later that day the War Room centred in the armoury was bustling with life. The old wooden table was layered by a tattered map of the island they now stood on; its sun damaged edges were tattered and torn. At the head of the table sat General Sturnn, flanked on either side of the table by his subordinates, including Alex.
Sturnn stared at the map before him, contemplating a plan. He raised his gaze to address his men “The attack today confirmed my worst fears. The Norse are here, they are ready, and they are not to be easily swayed” He pointed down at the map with one large finger at the far side of the map. “Our only hope is to attack the Norse Capital located here” He slipped his finger across the parchment, trailing it to a mountain pass separating Greek and Norse territory. “The problem is that the entire island is split in two by mountains. Three mountain passes allow the only access between Norse and Greek controlled territory. Each is guarded by a Norse checkpoint; they are far too well defended to directly attack, we’d be slaughtered before we reached the first marker. And what’s worse, if they light the flares and alerted their capital. Any hope of a surprise invasion would evaporate” Sturnn slipped his finger over to the far side of the island. “There is only one access that isn’t defended; problem is it’s a very thin trail, flanked on one side by sea, the other by mountains. The perfect spot for an enemy ambush”.
Sturnn looked over his inner circle of officers, as if evaluating their use as soldiers. “And that makes what I am about to ask even more difficult, I need a man to go into Norse territory, take the trail around to the rear of the Norse defences and open up a hole in their security”
With that the war room went silent. Everyone of these soldiers would gladly give their lives in service to their God and to their Country. But the prospect of running alone into enemy territory was a ‘privilege’ reserved for the young and crazy, those whose bravado outshined their common sense. Alex found the silence distasteful; he’d have to make the move.
He rose to his feet, to the dismay of every other inhabitant of the room. General Sturnn looked up, watching as Alex stepped towards the door. “Where are you going?”
Alex glanced over his shoulder “To prepare for the mission”

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Alex gathered his equipment together, rummaging through his meagre possessions in search of anything he thought could assist him on his assignment. He checked his sword, swinging the weapon skilfully. He retrieved his cloak, noticing a golden Wolf pin concealed beneath it. The second his finger touched the cold metal, memories began to flood back into him.

The sun flamed in the sky, draping the Greek city in a fiery orange light. Alex stood before his house, his battle armour glinting pristinely in the light, Acacia standing by his side. His armour was shined to perfection, prepared for his first tour of duty. “Hey Alex, come on” Doron called after him, goading him into following him.
“Yeah I’m coming Doron” Alex stepped away, but Acacia grabbed his arm with surprising forcefulness. “Here” She reached into her pocket, retrieving a golden pin in the shape of the Greek Creature, the wolf. She gripped the two sides of his cloak together, linking the material together with the pin. Acacia left a peck on his cheek, releasing her grip and allowing him to run free.

Alex’s mind returned to the present, the clouds of mist that clouded his mind. He gathered up the remainder of his equipment, sheathing his weapon and throwing his hood over his dark brown hair.
He stepped through the town, heading towards the stables where the wild horses they had wrangled from across the island were kept. These proud stallions were one of the primary keys to the Norse war effort, their proud horses carried their soldiers into battle, their thick muscles made them tough targets to take down.
Alex mounted his horse, bringing the mighty creature to bear he turned towards the slowly opening gates. He burst through the partially open gateway, storming out into the early morning day, into the border regions of Greek territory, and into the Norse Lands beyond.

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Days of riding, camping under the darkened sky, surrounded by the biting cold of the mountains that cast their dark shadows over him. Eventually he emerged at his next checkpoint, the small Norse village of Karuk, a settlement which guarded the access to the pass leading to the Norse Capital. He pulled tightly on the reins, urging the horse forward. He trotted into the village, some Norse villagers making random glances towards him, but most simply marked him as another faceless passer by on a journey which led somewhere far more interesting than this one. He moved through the village relatively unnoticed, very few inhabitants taking much notice of another faceless traveller. “Halt stranger” This however did not include the village guards. Two Norse guards, each covered head to toe in heavy armour and wielding a sword and shield which thankfully, for the time being, remained sheathed at their sides.
Alex stepped down from his horse, attempting to appear as calm and as nonthreatening as possible, not eager to provoke this slumbering beast. “Where have you come from?” One of the guards demanded.
“From the village across the island. I was sent to retrieve supplies from another town past here” It was a believable excuse.
“Why do you travel now? Do you not know Greeks have infested this region?” The Norse guard questioned.
“Know?” Alex said sharply, trying to act surprised. He opened the side of his cloak, revealing his sword concealed at his side. “Bastards ambushed me up the trail. I killed him in battle and took his weapon, thought I could use it if they tried me again”
“Huh” The guard nodded. “Where was it you hail from again?”
Alex bit his lip, unprepared with an answer. The fact that these guards were continuing their questioning showed they were suspicious of him; they were going past the border of friendly conversation into distrustful questioning.
“There you are” A voice carried out from around them. The Norse guards parted to allow a figure to step between them. A young girl, dirty blonde hair contained in a crude ponytail which cascaded down her back. She stepped towards Alex. She turned to face the guards, standing between Alex and the guards, shielding him from their potential aggression.
“He’s my brother” The girl said plainly, as if she truly really believed what she said.
“Your brother?” Said one of the guards, certainly dazed.
The other however was not “Then why is he wandering the wilderness alone with invaders in the region?”
“Simple” The girl pressed her hand against his sword. “He’s young, crazy and armed” She gave his thigh a discreet squeeze before retracting her hand, not noticeable to the guards, but very apparent to Alex who fought to keep the look of surprise from his face.
The guard groaned, satisfied with their explanation. “Very well”
The guards broke away, returning to their patrol with a disgruntled groan. Alex turned towards his unexpected saviour. “Thanks”
She smiled. “Come on, I’ll take you to my place. You can rest for the night”
Alex followed, not eager to look down on a free roof over his head. “So I never asked, why’d you stick your neck out for me?”
She glanced back at him “Maybe I just wanted to help”
Alex retorted “You don’t really mean that do you?”
She smiled “Maybe I just like your ass then”
“So why exactly did they listen too you?” Alex could not see her as the kind of person who held a great deal of political influence.
She retorted with a sly grin “Because I can kick both their asses, and yours if I wanted too”.
“That explains it” Alex thought to himself.
Her smile softened. “Names Sara by the way”

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Sara led Alex deeper into the village, people parting on either side of them to allow past. “Here it is” She indicated the small Norse villa situated at the base of the hill. Alex tied his horse to the stand outside, patting the mighty beast as thanks for its service so far on this harrowing journey.
Sara lead Alex inside, closing the door to help keep back the biting cold. The interior was a single large room, each corner separated into a crude kitchen, bathroom and sleeping mat. Alex glanced around the room, taking it all in. “Not bad, very warm” He glanced back towards Sara, seeing her leaning against the now closed door. She said nothing, an evil smile growing on her lips.
She charged forward, crashing into Alex with enough force to knock him off of his feet, throwing him to the floor on top of the bed mat, a sharp stab of pain running through his ass as he crashed down onto the floor. Sara laid out on top of him, pinning him to the floor and grinning madly at the idea. Alex opened his mouth to protest, only to be stifled by Sara’s finger pressing against his lips. “I saved your ass, you owe me now” She slipped her finger down his torso, trailing its way towards his crotch. “And I know exactly how you can repay me”
Sara slid herself down Alex’s strong, athletic frame. Sara slipped her finger underneath the lip of Alex’s pants, revealing Alex’s already pulsing rod. Alex growled with the same primal ferocity of the Wolf that he wars beside, feeling the gentle pulse as Sara massaged his meat. There was no gentle, delicate foreplay as was with Kari, this was a women who demanded control. Who fought and loved with the same feral ferocity as their creature.
Sara ran her delicate tongue along the length of his manhood, tickling every sensitive nerve she came across. Sara circled at the tip of his penis, tasting the thin layer of sweat which had already formed there. The salty liquid cascaded onto her tongue, tantalizing her palette with the tantalizing taste. Sara slid her tongue upwards, peaking her lips over the crown of Alex’s penis, consuming his fully erect manhood in her wet lips.
Sara pumped her lips up and down his engorged manhood, wetting every inch of delicate meat with her saliva. She was in true bliss, the exotic nectar enflaming her passion. She reached down with her free hands, pulling free the delicate ties that held her rough garment together. Her shirt cascaded downwards, exposing her young and firm body to this feral Greeks prying eyes. Sara slithered her hands down her sides, opening her clothes even further.
Sara let go of his knob, releasing the engorged chunk of meat, slipped her tongue along the length of his knob, slipping to the base of his penis and beyond to the muscled abs of his chest. She thrust her chest upwards, closing her hands around them, pressing the soft flesh of her breasts around his hard piece of meat.
She swirled her tongue against the tip of his penis, stimulating him more and more. But Alex withheld himself, not allowing himself to be out done by Sara so easily. He bit his lips, fighting back his urge to let go, utilizing his years of military discipline to withhold the pleasure that began to boil up inside of him. Sara obviously had to use another tactic.
Sara released his knob, sliding her delicate form up his chiselled body, tickling his nerves. Sara lowered herself onto his pulsing knob, feeling her ‘innocence’ pierced by his pulsing Greek member. She growled deeply with lust, reviling in the fiery lust that emanated from their union. With each ferocious thrust a new wave of pleasure cascaded over her, drowning her in a sea of pleasure.
However much Sara yearned to appear as the Alpha wolf, her inability to contain her pleasure made her appear weak. She let flurry with a wash of juices, the delectable liquid flowing freely to stain Alex’s crotch. Sara collapsed down onto of him, desperately taking in the necessary laboured breaths to help her retain consciousness.
Her strength slowly seeped back into her, raising her head off of Alex’s muscled chest she looked into his eyes, gently moving a strand of brown hair that hung down, showing his forehead, moving it back into position behind his ear. She giggled “I never knew you Greeks had such ferocity”
Alex smiled at the compliment, leaning up to leave a delicate peck on her forehead. “Just glad I did my civilization justice”
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