War.
It is a familiar concept of man .
To fight in the name of kings with only conquest and glory on their minds. To defend against the ever looming doom of another's greed. To exist in the midst of chaos where there was once peace.
What is it, to go to war? To put your life on the line for a single man's folly? To send hundreds into the cold embrace of death for the land they swore to protect? To paint yourself a legacy that shall one day be overshadowed by someone else's glory?
This bloody march that all are trampled beneath. The macabre dance of egos that drags all into the ballroom of Death. Even when calling for peace they send in more soldiers.
For only man goes to war in the name of peace.
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By Any Other Name We Call This Sin
FantasyWar. It is a concept no one is unfamiliar with. Its claws and shadows creep far across the land and leaves only a bitter cold long after it's gone. Greed has long since been the fault of kings. And forever the burden of the people.
