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Thursday, January 13, 2005

The King surveyed the fortress and frowned. His men's positions were very undesirable indeed. They had already suffered heavy losses from earlier attempts to breach the walls had failed. He was running out of strategies. His advisors told him to retreat before more lives were lost. He's mind and heart were at war with each other. The conflict betwen the 2 entities raged like a temptest that threatened to consume him.

Retreat!

The thought was very welcoming, but he could not face the disappointment that would follow his emptyhanded return. The land that lay beyond the stoney walls was rumoured to be rich, and his people would benefit greatly from the opportunities it promised to deliver. They needed it so...

He raised his weary eyes and took in sights of the camp. His men were tired. Their limbs ached with the constant strain of physical activity, their hearts pined for the familar pastures of their home, their eyes glazed over from seeing the horrors of war.



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