I had just walked into my tent after fighting for three days. This war needed to end soon.. I was sick and tired of fighting such creatures. I sat down in my chair and looked over the maps. I ran my fingers over the west portion of the mountains on the map. “If I strike here and to the north.. it’ll all be over.” I shook my head and pushed the maps away as my Father stepped into the tent. “Father..” I got up and dropped to my knees. My Father is the King of my people. He ascended to
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