A Chronicle of the First Legion.
In the most cliché of ways, it began as a day like any other. The radiance of the rising sun in the east offset the lingering darkness of night in the west, a stark contrast within the heavenly realm of dawn. The withdrawal of the nightly haunts directly opposed the sudden awakening of daylights creatures, scurrying here and there to fulfill their natural instincts and daily routines under long morning shadows. As early morning turned into the height of cloud spotted noon, it was a day neither significant nor insignificant. People went about their business, tending to what was theirs, adding more to the aggregate of their lives, loving those that in turn loved them. It was a time that would have easily been forgotten had it not been the day that the world began to end.