Denmark, 1974...
His name was Kaptajn Sejr. He was the vanguard of Denmark. Tied around his waist he had Dannebrog, the original flag of Denmark that granted king Valdemar the second victory in Battle of Lyndanisse. From that day on, Dannebrog had been given to brave individuals who fought for the nation with the powers they were blessed with.
And at this moment, Denmark needed their Kaptain Sejr more than ever. The Elven Kinghad with help from the demon he worshiped known as the Three-Pointed One, finally managed to break down the barrier that separated the fair folk from the humans. Now he had declared was against Europe, seeking revenge for the many years of imprisonment under need the surface as well as taking control over the land his ancestors had once ruled.
City Hall Square had been evacuated. Kaptajn Sejr fought the giants as well as the elf soldiers. Being the only superhero of Denmark, he had to fight them alone. Sejr knew he was going to lose, but it did not mater. He just had to keep them occupied till reinforcement arrived. But his superhuman strength and endurance was not enough to compete with the Fair Folks number, he knew that.
But then, just as a soldier were about to strike him down, an arrow flew right through the Elf's throat. A hooded figure had appeared. With the stranger's help, Sejr could fight back. The two of them forced the army to retreat.
Sejr laughed in relief. He had not foreseen that he would survive this battle. "Thank you, archer!" He said. "I don't know who you are, but I owe you my life. How can I... I..."
Sejr dropped his jaw as the bowman took off her hood and revealed her face.
She was an elf.
Then, she pulled her sword out of her scarfed and threw it at his feet. Next, she took her quiver off her shoulder and broke her bow in two pieces.
"I surrender."
Monster Island, American superhuman prison, present day...
Fesoj Anid had been a prisoner for more than 40 years, but she didn't look a day older than she did the day she was placed in a cell as war criminal. She had to be sent to America since Denmark did not have science cells advanced enough to keep her locked up.
Or rather; they couldn't provide her safety.
Since she had lent her aid to the humans during the Elf Crisis, Fesoj Anid had been branded traitor by her people, the Fair Folk. Even after making a treaty with the new and not as vengeance thirsty elven queen, Fesoj Anid could not be released since the now dead king who started the war still had followers. So she was still a prisoner of humanity for the crime of, ironically enough, threatening the human race.
Not that she complained, disturbingly enough.
She accepted her fate as prisoner for her very, VERY long life. She had sided with the humans, but that didn’t change the fact that she was ashamed of betraying her people.
“But why DID you side with us?” Captain Johnson asked the elf. They were inside a specially designed room that had been made so that Anid could use it for shooting practice. As the only well-behaving prisoner on Monster Island, Inad had been privileges such as this. Two heavily armored guards stood in the background. Anid, dressed in a prisoner uniform and with a quivers secured to her back via straps, held a bow with an arrow on it in front of her, patiently looking at three mechanical discs that flew around by themselves. Each of them had a red dot in the middle of them.
“You are a soldier, correct?” Anid asked, changing her shoulders’ position. She looked bored.
“I am.”
“I suppose that you joined the armed forces because you wished to serve your species that you are proud to be part of? To be one of the many who are ready to give your life away so that others can sleep easy at night?”
“… Something like that, yes.”
“What would happen if you stopped being proud of your species?”
“Sorry?”
“I was a nature born soldier, I was told at the academy. A prodigy. I joined the royal army at an age of only 53 years. I became lieutenant so soon that it almost scared me. And then I was told that I would be one of the keyplayers of the invasion of the surface world. That my mission could make all the difference in the war. Do you know what it was?”
“… No.”
“My troupe was sent to Denmark where we had been tasked with collecting prisoners who were either children or old. Then, my commander told us that our orders was to execute them.”
Anid took a deep breath and her arrow flew and went right through the thee discs at the same time and then penetrated the wall.
Anid checked the discs that lied on the ground. “Bullseye… As I was saying, years of training and studying, all the techniques and strategies I was taught, all of that… and it was so that I could kill children and their grandparents. Guard!” One of the guards stood forward and drew his gun, pointing it directly at Anid who placed a new arrow on her bowstring. Johnson noticed that the guard was shacking a bit. “My people was not the proud warriors that I had been told about when I was a little girl.” Anid went on undisturbed, as she took aim at the guard. “We weren’t going to fight a battle of glory and honer, we attacked you humans while you were asleep. We used unnecessary brutal methods against practically defenceless children. Not only that, my king who I had sworn a blood-oath to serve had allied himself with a forbidden evil creature. If it had not been for the return of Arthur Pendragon and other vanguards of the past, your kind would have been extinct.”
BLAM!
As the bullet was fired out of the barrel of the gun, Anid’s arrow flew against it with inhuman speed and penetrated it. The arrow passed the guard’s head by millimetres.
“My people may have regained their former glory after the Elven King had been slayed by Pendragon and replaced by her daughter, but I will never know.” Anid placed the bow in her quiver and stretched her arms and neck. “I have to live the rest of my life inside this prison, since I’m an enemy of my people now. Because I chose to site with a race with a pathetically short lifespan because I got sentimental.”
“But that’s why I’m here.” Johnson interrupted her. “I’m leading a project where we will offer you the chance of getting out of your cell and seek challenges, protecting-”
“Please.” Anid raised her hand. “Let us, how do you say it… cut the crab, shall we? I have already been informed about the project known as the Glory Guard Initiative. Your government has gathered a band of thieves and murderers to defend the country against threads that might be too much to handle for one single of the masked heroes. They will be glorified as brave defenders in order to make the public believe that the government actually has the situation under control, even if the only thing that keeps these disguised criminals in check is bombs that runs through their blood veins.”
“Actually, we are just going to electrocute them and make the unable to move, and then drag them back to their cells.” Johnson sighed. There was no way in hell that Inad was going to say-
“Alright then, I will join your team.”
“…Excuse me?”
“I will be allowed to leave this island and once again engage in combat, correct?”
“… Yes.”
“Good. Something I should sign, a form?”
Johnson opened his suitcase and handed Anid the papers and a pen. She signed it, gave it back to Johnson and wished him a good day.
The guards led Anid back to her cell, all the while as she wondered how she was going to arrange the death of her future team mates, giving the world a couple of criminals less to worry about.
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