[ EU ] The magic world has been exposed to the muggles . Driven by fear and ignorance , a catastrophic war between the two has taken place . You are a soldier on the front lines of either side , write a story describing your experience during the conflict .

We were just kids. Kids with dreams. And then our dreams came true and it's been a living nightmare ever since. 
 
 They say that war never changes. But it does. We do n't use horses to ride into battle anymore, no one's job is to hold the flag or play the drums. Nor do we sit in foxholes anymore. Not when that foxhole has the capacity to suddenly transform into a giant mouth that swallows you into the earth. Now, to dig a foxhole is to dig your own grave. 
 
 We'd dreamt of worlds beyond, and strange and super powers, and heroes and villains, and we'd written stories about them all and invented magic of our own, illusions and tricks. We wanted it to be real. And then, all of a sudden it was. 
 
 It was soon after Hitler started launching his V2's. I remembered seeing them go up, watching them hover over London. Then the smoke trailing behind them would stop, and that's how you knew when to start running. I'd never seen anything like it, it was a magic all in itself, somehow. 
 
 Alot of stories in the papers seemed like make-believe, it's hard to know what goes on during wartime and they exaggerate the details to boost moral. But even then, some were too strange to be real. There were only a few articles at first, they obviously felt too embarrassed to be printing such nonsense, afraid they'd be laughed out of town. But the stories on the street spread like wildfire. Entire regiments going missing-in-action. Mice and squirrels running up to pull the pins on grenades. Ghosts and doppelgangers in the trenches, assassins made of shadows. Some people talked about occult Nazi experiments, how they were using new energy sources that gave them guns made of lightning. But as it turned out, our spies on the other side were reporting the same thing. It was happening to both sides. 
 
 Eventually, Hitler appeared on the radio condemning atrocities committed by the Allies, claiming that we'd burned an entire village, including the women and children. That we'd been using chemicals or some kind of warfare that left the entire landscape devoid of life, plants and trees included. That we'd been mutilating the bodies of dead German soldiers in laboratories and them dumping them back on the field for them to find. Of course, all the government bodies that had any capacity to speak denied this. I do n't know if we ever fully believed them until they finally revealed themselves. 
 
 Right in the middle of no-man's-land. As the fog lifted one morning, the soldiers looked across the mud and saw a group standing there. Silent and still. Of course, they panicked and shot at them, thinking it was part of a push, but there was no reaction. It was not even clear if they'd been hit. We wondered how the Nazi's had set up a troop of dummies in no-man's-land in the middle of the night. And why? And while we were still scratching our heads, all of a sudden they advanced. 
 
 They strode forth, hands arranged awkwardly as if they were holding weapons of a strange design but did n't actually exist at all. And all around us, stones unearthed themselves and started pulverising the nearest man. Yea, I was there. I watched bullets issue forth from machine guns and form a swarm that roved over the trenches, stinging people at random. I saw the puddle in which a man stood freeze in seconds, trapping his feet, but by the time he lost his balance his legs were frozen, and they snapped like icicles. Nothing we did impeded them. Grenades that were thrown took care to bend their explosions around them. 
 
 I ran. I believed they let me run. They left me alive to tell the story. That's what they wanted, and I knew it because, as I ran, they moved the field I was running across over a hill. 
 
 That's what I thought then. Now I know, it was n't them that moved the field.
