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STUDENT’S PERILDear Reader,It was a normal day, or as normal as any day is. The only clue theyreally had that something was different was a lot of new faces in place of oldones. This was done so casually and intelligently that no one even noticedthe new faces. It was about noon when a few people started to notice thedifference. It would only take a few more hours for people’s lives to changeor even to be lost. Some people say that it was the beginning of the end.Others say it was not anything but the beginning of a war. Even others thinkit was merely a story told over without knowing the ending. Those that werein the thick of it merely thought it was something else all together. No onereally knows nor do most people really care. To understand the entire story you have to understand that most of thepeople in it were about your own age. In fact they were in school just likeyou are today. Their school was slightly different than yours of course. Theyhad what was known as an outside school. That is, all the walkways betweenthe classes were outside. They also had to pay for food, and commuted toschool every day. It was not that primitive as most of you think. They hadthings called cars to get from place to place. In fact most of them thought itquite a dilemma on what to wear during the day, even while working out. The most important thing to know though is that learning thisknowledge was mandatory for them. They believed they had very few rights,and therefore did not think much of their school. Another way for adults totorture them they would lament. They took the knowledge they werebestowed for granted.Now on this fateful day several years ago they found out theunexpected worst happens at the worst possible time. And only a few wereable to teach and protect the rest of the world of the unknown powers thatbefell them. They fought against unbeatable odds and still live on to fightagain. There is only one surviving manuscript of their peril, flight, and fight. That is what sits before you and though it is but a copy, treat it as if it werethe original so that it may live on till man forgets how to read. Enjoy andlearn from this what you can. For each it has its own message. Listen foryours.
 
Unknown Author to UnknownReader
Chapter One
 This is but the last remembered words of a man who was a child whodabbled in literature before, and a man who wielded sword once beforetrading it again for the pen. You should not worry about this old man. He willsurely be dead by the time you read this. He has left the world and is in amore modern time with conveniences of the past. He is actually a very smallpart of this story so his name will not even be mentioned. This story begins in the morning with a call to a sleepy person in themidst of waking up to go to work. She was not very sleepy for longconsidering the news she was given. This was a thing that happened inmovies or books, not in real life. But here she was being told exactly whatwould happen and she was taking it in as if it was somebody telling her thather coffee cup had broken over the night, and that she had to bring anotherone or borrow someone else’s.She got ready quickly and barely remembered to feed her dog. Shewas feeding her dog what might be its very last meal. It is amazing what themind will have you do to calm you down. Feed the dog, water the plants, fixthe hair, and make the bed. All normal, daily things; But then came thesteps to prepare for today, and she hoped, the rest of her life. Grab a fewknives, her son’s sword, a frying pan, dried goods, and the canteen. Theessentials she would need to survive in the new world. The roadto work was slightly less crowded than usual. Then again shedidn’t usually go to work at four thirty in the morning. She noticed subtledifferences to the school immediately. There were slight rises in the frontlawn and gentle slopes in the roofs of the buildings. Then there werechanges you had to be dead to miss. There were trucks carting in massesupon masses of medieval weaponry and armament. There were men and
 
womenoddly carrying the same weapons they were unloading. Some lookedyoung enough they could have been one of the students.“They are here to become students and substitutes. We have chosenhalf your student population, and a quarter of your staff to be replaced withhighly trained Marines.” A Marine officer motioned to the younger Marinesunloading materials. He was dressed in a blue suit that was clearly not whathe was used to. His brown hair was cut very short and reflected the orangelight of the street lamps. He had come up to her as she was getting out of her car and she had not even noticed. “The remaining students and staff willbe taught in the weapons you see us loading here. Hopefully that will beenough.”“Shouldn’t you be evacuating the school completely, not just half of it.I do not like putting any student in danger at all. I don’t approve of it. I don’tapprove of putting anyone in danger.” They started to move across theparking lot. It was as crowded as it would be in approximately two hours.But even now some trucks seemed ready to move out and leave. Ready toleave the school as it was when they came. Well, almost how it was.“Neither do I. And that is why I wouldn’t do this, except it is a lastresort. The American military is stretched as thin as it possibly could be atthe moment. There is absolutely no way we could keep this force fromgetting their foot in the door without the civilian help, and even then willprobably fail. Within the United Statesour weakest defensive point is withinschools. The enemy thinks this may also terrorize us into surrendering, ordoing something stupid. There are too many schools in this country toreplace every student in twenty-four hours with military personnel who stilllook like kids. We have no choice.” She had originally thought the rises weremen but now she realized that they were stores of food and water. All readyto be taken out and eaten. There was probablyenough for at least a year.Hopefully they wouldn’t need to use it.“I already know that, but why do we have to use medieval weapons? They could hurt themselves before they are of any help to you. And why is itsuch a danger this far inland?” She finally turned on him, and put on thebest demanding face that she could. She wanted some answers before shesent some students into battle and possibly death. Christ, she was nomilitary commander who had to make these decisions day in, day out.“Ma’am, if we could use our normal weapons, we would. All weaponsthat used gunpowder or any other chemical reactionare no longer in working
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