Chapter 1: 0: Ode to Divine War
I give my life for my homeland.
For God.
For freedom.
I do my duty, I will pay the price of this worthy sacrifice.
My forehead high and my conscience clear, because I know that my actions will not be in vain.
I march in the war that shoulders the human race's prayers.
Unique and last, never to be repeated.
Divine war.
-Letter from an anonymous soldier.
A steel fortress fiercely crosses the desert.
The Abraham Lincoln is the fifth railroad of the ten that run across the continent, transporting merchandise of all kinds under the zealous authorization of Lord Enslaver. A titan of three floors high and 51 cars: 10 passenger cars; 10 cages filled with fearful, sweaty slaves; 10 battle stations; 10 warehouses; and 10 service cars; plus a powerful nuclear fission locomotive in front, protected by a frame in the form of the famous old president of the United States. The tall top hat is the smokestack.
Seeing the Abraham shrinks the heart, under the powerful rays of the sun it commands respect, and from a certain perspective its length seems to stretch infinitely. Only a hero or a fool would have the guts to confront it.
The rails explode.
Four eardrum-shattering booms. Four balls of fire and smoke. Followed by a layer of sand rain for a couple of seconds.
The locomotive's computer recognizes in time the track breaks located half a kilometer ahead, and activates the emergency brakes. The railroad groans, its hundreds of wheels shining with the sparks that scrape the steel where they advance. Inside, any person or object not clinging to something nailed to the wall, ceiling, or floor, collapses.
The lookouts in the battle wagons open the hatches in the roofs and peek out to investigate the surroundings, looking for an explanation for what has happened. One slaver catches the figure of a man standing on the crest of a dune. A drop of sweat trickles down the forehead of the lookout, who quickly turns to his companions and exclaims:
"Warn Master Orlok that The Lancasterian has arrived!"