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// Prologue 
// Story: The Element of the Island 
// by computerneek 
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The wail of the siren could be heard all across the island.
The attackers groan at the sound.  Their camouflage is perfect, the time impeccable.  It’s in the middle of the night- and the moon never shines here, for the storm.  There is not so much as a speck of light on the island.
But the alarm still went off.
Two hundred squadrons of pegasi take flight, charging towards the island.  To get inside the defenses, before they can be stopped.
One of the two hundred ships explodes with no warning.  No survivors.
Two hundred squadrons of pegasi exchange worried glances as the mountain peaks emit little pops, accompanied by momentary flashes of light.
Fifty squadrons of pegasi are dead before they hit the water.
A second of the two hundred ships explodes.  No survivors.
The attack is not over.  The siren keeps going.
The first defender reaches his post, finds all is in peril.
A hundred and fifty squadrons of pegasi find themselves squinting into numerous of the brightest lights ever made.  They can’t even see the island.
A third of the two hundred ships explodes.  No survivors.
The second defender reaches his post, finds all is in peril.
Metallic spears soar into the air on pillars of fire and smoke, hunting for targets.
One hundred squadrons of pegasi hit the water in pieces.
The third defender reaches his post, finds all is in peril.
Forty-eight ships are thrown into the air by a massive fireball.  They, and eighteen ships they land on, sink immediately upon landing.  No survivors.
One of the one hundred thirty one remaining ships explodes.  No survivors.
The fourth defender reaches his post, finds all is in peril.
Booms echo out from the shore.  The ocean is checkered with explosions.  Ninety ships are hit; seventy-three sink.  The survivors are lifted aboard the forty remaining unwounded ships.  The seventeen wounded ships transfer some wounded passengers to undamaged vessels, by use of the same teams of pegasi that rescued the survivors.
One of the undamaged ships explodes.  No survivors.
The fifth defender reaches his post, finds all is in peril.
A larger metallic spear rises into the sky on a pillar of fire and smoke, in a straight line.  The sky burns.
Two squadrons of pegasi are killed on impact with the ground.  Forty-eight more have already landed.
The first defender is slain.
A second siren blasts across the island.
The village arises.  Thunder is heard, striking down the attackers by the dozen.
But fifty-six ships have landed, as well.  The attackers are coming down on them by the thousand.
The village, and the four remaining defenders, are slaughtered.
An undamaged ship explodes.  No casualties.
The defenses go silent.  The sirens go silent.  All is defeated.
The attackers rejoice one minute too soon.
The sixth defender emerges from her empty home, finds all is lost.
The ocean boils for miles around.  The very air they breathe catches fire.
There are no survivors.