Foreword:

Since i have no experience with writing stories i appreciate comments that correct my spelling or point out if there is a sentence that doesn't make sense or just stop halfway.

Prologue: The boy nicknamed "Phantom"

The year is 2109 and the world is in the middle of a war. The world is split in to three factions:

1.The Neo Soviet Union consisting of Russia and everything south of it, including China.

2. The European Union, consisting of Europe and Africa.

3. American Union, which consists of Northern and southern America including Canada.

A boy is currently in a ruined city in the outskirts of NSU (Neo Soviet Union) and is blankly sitting on the balcony of what's left of a former theater. Through the holes in the ceiling the youth can see numerous stars and the moon. The youths name is Enn Tuul. That is the name given to him by his parents. The name given to him by Dragoncross was Nalser vi Dragoncross. "Vi Dragoncross" was an alias last name so that the people from the same organization recognized each other when needed. He also had a nickname that was attached to him: "Phantom". He mainly got it because he could break into any place there is and complete his mission without leaving a trace behind. Till this day they don't even know if he's a man or a woman. Only that he appears and disappears like a ghost.

He's around 1.7 meters tall, has fair skin and a built body. His har is blond and the eyes are deep blue. He's currently wearing black jeans, black T-shirt, a black jacket with a red tribal print on the back and black sneakers. The day is his birthday ,16 of May, and he turned 15. But he can't enjoy the day because a war doesn't take a break to celebrate someones birthday. Footsteps suddenly echo out in the abandoned theater and a robust man in his 50ties wearing a business suit is walking towards the youth.

He arrives next to the youth and looks up through the holes to see the sky. He has a nostalgic gaze seeing the moon and sighs while saying "The moon is as beautiful today as it was back when I was your age." The youth shifts his gaze from the sky to the man and asks: " When you were my age there wasn't a war to be fought." The boys eyes show coldness that only soldiers who have witnessed countless slaughter have.

The man looked in the boys eyes and thought to himself " The world has fallen to ruins to have a boy at the age of 15 complete tasks that even grown men with elite training can't do..." The man shook his head and reached his hand into his pocket, from there he took a black dog tag with red writing on it. The writing read: "Wings of freedom fly for an eternity". "This is my birthday gift to you," The old man continued, "Your orders are to infiltrate the military camp that's 60 km to the north and destroy the camp's supplies with the brass in charge there." When he had relayed the orders he started taking out various weapons and other things needed for the assignment from a silver briefcase he had on him.

Suddenly there was a light behind him, where the boy was sitting. The moment he turned around, he saw a pentagram on the ground with bizarre hebrew writings, that was glowing on the ground. The boy was dumbfounded and froze because he had never encountered something like this. The moment the two of them stared there dazed, the circle started to glow more brightly until they had to close their eyes and when the man opened his eyes he was as struck by lightning. The place the weird pentagram was on the ground was now a giant hole, both the boy and the part of the balcony, where he was sitting at, had vanished completely into thin air.