Somewhere in the Usean Continent, on a border, on a battlefield.

Bullets flew through the air, explosions and small craters littered the ground as I advanced through the worn our city. I slowly advanced towards the front lines and the sounds of war grew louder and louder, aircraft soared over head launching missiles and bullets tearing through the defending army.

The sounds of gunfire nearby changed to a couple of guns clicking, out of ammo.

"FUCK, IM OUT JOHNSON?"

"SORRY, ME TO SIR!"

"CORPORAL?"

"YA SARGE 1 SEC!"

As I turned the corner I saw some sort of sandbag barrier, with a small amount of ragtag men firing at an advancing squad on the other side of the street. Someone through a number of clips to who I presumed to be "sarge" and "Johnson" they presumed to open fire on the advancing squad who seemed to possess a APC, using that as a center for their attack they were quickly advancing on the barricade.

"Sarge!" someone yelled, ducking down under the barricade as an explosive shell ran past his head.

"I see private."

The sergeant quickly grabbed a radio and ducked down under the barricade and began issuing orders.

"This is Sergeant Larry Foulke, commander of the 32nd we need air support now, we got a roller incoming!" he yelled into the mic.

I quickly advanced building to building, using them as cover and I got close enough so that I could hear the response over the radio.

"Sorry sergeant you need the authorization code from the platoon commander before you we can send air support."

The sergeant began to dive through the barricade, on the other side he quickly grabbed a patch off of a dead body and handed it to the corporal, he quikly rolled over to the friendly side of the sandbags as several bullets impacted where he had just been crouching.

"Congratulations on your promotion LT now get us some air support!" The sergeant yelled as he gave the patch to the corporal.

"Authorization code omega foxtrot niner 3 black pie NOW GIVE US SOME FUCKING AIR SUPPORT!" the corporal yelled into the mic as the APC and its accompanying troops moved closer and closer.

"Roger, 64 air squad inbound prepare for close air support." The voice responded, I kept moving closer to the front line, looking for my target, I must find him.

"get the fuck down!" someone yelled as I was thrown to the ground by a heavy sack of uniform and metal. Right then a aircraft strafed where I had just been standing, the run continued until it tore up the APC and the surrounding troops.

The sergeant reached over for the radio:

"Thanks…"

"Rifleman… no problem god"

"It's been a long time since those days, now it's only sergeant."

"Well no problem sergeant, see you again"

I slowly got up into a crouch and looked at the sergeant.

"So you are Sergeant Larry Foulke, AKA Solo Wing Pixy."

"Ya, whose asking?"

"That doesn't matter, I've come here to investigate the Demon Lord, you were his wingman , right?"

"Ya, is this a interview or something?"

"Ya it is."

"Well I guess we should get off the front lines for now then," he turned to face the corporal "you've got command, I'll be back later."

"Yes sir" he said with a salute.

"For the last time, drop the salute."

"Yes sir."

"Ok let's go." Pixy said, grabbing me by the back of my shirt as I took pictures of the barricade and the burnt out APC.

He led me through the battle won city until we got to a building, that looked slightly less bombed out then the rest of the buildings.

When we entered the building he led me to the second story and we entered a room that had a perfect view over the surrounding battle field.

"So shall we begin?"

"Ya sure"

****In my mind****

We went over several topics in the interview, mostly about the Demon lord and the war, he seemed quite open to talk about it , so did everyone else I interviewed. It was strange how open they were, I've heard about reporters like me being shutout and driven off but this was completely different.

**** Several hour into the interview****

"The real question you should be asking is why he took to the sky that will answer all your questions that will be the truth." Pixie stated the question; shifting his grip on his AK he looked straight into my eyes.

"Ok then, why did he take to the sky?" I asked, looking back into his eye, I held his gaze , I jotted this down into my note book but continued to hold his gaze.

"A lot of people will answer this question differently, some people said that he was born there, other said that was his place killing demons in heavens, but the real answer is different." He took a pause for a second but then continued.

"I asked him one day, right after we finished a mission why he fought and he told me never ask that, he said that that wasn't the real question I should ask." Pixie turned and spat his gum out, landing into the courtyard below.

"At the time I wasn't sure what I said wrong, his tone sent a wave through me, wave of change." Pixie continued, taking another piece of gum out, the clean aluminum wrapper was strange in the warzone, like me.

"It wasn't for a while that I knew what I should ask, it was the day before I left him."

"Was it true he knew?" I asked, interrupting Pixie but it was a question I had to ask.

"He knew, right before we got to our aircraft, he looked at me and asked why I took to the sky, he looked at me, his gaze went right through me, and he could do that. He asked me why I took to the sky. Before I could respond he walked away, this made me think of my answers for that day. I could tell that he knew what gona was happen, he could always see the future."

"Why did you take to the sky?" I asked, continuing to write down in my note pad, gun shots in the distance sent shivers going through me.

" I did not know until the day that I launched the world changer, for me it was because I had nothing to lose, and I did not know who I was … For him it was because that's all he had known, that's all he was."

"When he flew he flew like a angel, his skill with the aircraft, his grace has never been achieved by anyone else. He could weave through the tunnels of a fortress, he could dodge aircraft and ground based weapons like he was a dancer , flying through the air . If you managed to get a glimpse of him you would have either had your prayers answered or your heart would stop with fear.

Authors note: I rewrote this part and sorry if it seems similar to a certain western space TV show (if you get what I'm talking about) but it is pretty different, this new first chapter though is just a start, I will be editing other earlier chapters.