Chapter 2 - The Battle of Atlantis

     Calvin watched the hill through the cursed fog. He tightened his belt and adjusted his shoulder strap. A feeble, sage cloth covered his weapon, Behemoth. Few were graced to witness its frightful mass in full swing. Fewer still survived.
     On his belt he wore a side sword; that was his weapon for today. As an Aeon Field Captain, it was his duty not to get people killed. Using Behemoth was not safe.Though, when one is up against an army of suicidal maniacs; safety is not a major concern. Calvin sighed as he pulled on the shoulder strap again. Behemoth weighted a lot and the strap was putting strain on his sword arm.
     "Oi! Ya see anything?" Calvin clenched his teeth to respond. "Only a white blanket of fog." The mage snickered, "I could do without your sarcasm, mercenary!" Calvin only clenched his teeth harder to avoid lashing out. He went back to his duty; lining up the troops and making sure his Aeon troops were ready.
     A dark form appeared among the fog. Soon, another joined the first. Calvin gave his men the ready signal. Whistles pierced the quiet morning. Enemy archers started firing into the Fifty-Second Col-Aeon line. Before Calvin could react, twelve of his men fell from the arrows. They used bodkin arrowheads; Col plate armour never stood a chance. "Shield bearers, front lines!" Four men responded to their captain's call and stood, massive shields up, against the wave of arrows. However, just as soon as it had started, the bombardment stopped. One of the men spoke up. "Did they give up?"
     Calvin lowered his own, howbeit smaller, shield and looked out into the fog. It had grown thicker somehow during the assault. He cold barely see his own hands. "No," Calvin spoke almost at a whisper, "If they've stopped, then their allies must be nearby." Calvin drew his sword and waited. Nothing. "Aeons! Sound off!" One by one, the living Aeons called out their names. "Col Fifty-Second, sound off!" The survivors spoke up. His line had dwindled during the first wave of arrows. More whistling. "Shields!" Another bombardment of arrows washed over the line. 
     An arrow grazed off his shield landed mere inches from Calvin's foot. It had a strange marking on it, as well as a faint green glow. Upon examining it, he found the arrow head to be heavy, but soft. It did not puncture the earth and it left a green spot where it had landed. Calvin looked at his shield. It had a large glowing streak down the full length. A tracer arrow? Calvin's thoughts raced as he tried to figure out what was going on. Off in the distance, another grey figure stood. As it got closer, a faintly glowing red skull could be made out on its forehead. Calvin knew what it meant.
     "Sirens!" Calvin's forces readied themselves. Jealousy, the Siren Commander, called out to his own men. "Allies marked in red." Calvin looked down at the green strip on his shield. "All others are hostile. Lethal force is authorized." 
     "Aeons, battle formation!" Calvin couldn't order his troops without being able to see his opponent. His strategy relied heavily on sight, and the fog today would be his undoing. The Siren's voice reached Calvin's ears. "Attack pattern Harpy." The sounds of steel and excitement filled the air. 

"Execute."