Want to play A Game of Flags?
Oh I have a Game of Flags for you, especially when it involves war and killing other people. with armies charging into the battlefield left and right, fighting over a mythical enhanced flag: the blue and the red are at...
------------------------------------------------ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆 ----------------------------------------------- Being the first part of ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ғʟᴀɢs.
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𝗜n the Ancient Village of Roam, in the country of Nazrule, with its huge red flag shining on the top of the castle, with all the citizens and outsiders to see, as the spark was spreaded amomgst the territory. There, of course, was also a Blue Flag, another Flag that was the Opposite of Nazrule; it was Donrule, the polar opposite of the Nazdal, in the Nazrule tongue, it is described as: Stupid, concerning, forek! (Misleading!) as the Citizens were brainwashed into thinking Donrule was bad, and Nazrule was good. Of course, it was the wrong way around, and only few could see it, but the rest was deniable.
"Stupid rankoshen! (Thief in the Nazrule tongue) Get 'em!" said a soldier from the Nazrule Military, as a few more were running behind, chasing one target with its red cloak flying behind the neck. That was the infamous Perekin Bethel, or commonly known as Perry C, a regular-known citizen of the City of Roam, as he was a known thief. Never to be catched, his hair was rather long, and blonde, with his red blushed cheeks and his sleeveless shirt were easy to spot, it was like it was the only clothes he had. Few arrows were fired, but all missed. "Damn it! Hes faster than us! Hes like a Snake!" "Then we are Mongooses!" said another Soldier. "We are stronger, faster and better than him!" They ran up the nearest wall and leaped onto the building, slowly catching up to the cloaked boy as he vaulted off the building and into an alleyway, where he'd elegantly move side to side and eventually lose track of the soldiers as they lost him.
Perrin scoffed. "What a joke," he said. "Calling yourselves Mongooses yet you couldn't even get me!" He opened up the bag and took out an apple, taking a bite out of it as he looked around and noticed how windy the weather was as the breeze hit him. "Sure is more windy today," said Perrin. "Maybe i need to get back home soon, pretty sure the Soldiers would be looking for me or something..." He slowly got up as the bag dangled from his middle and index finger, before he slowly walked off the building and landed safely on the ground, blending into the crowd so he would not be noticed.
"Stupid burglars," said a Soldier, watching from a Tower. "I reckon their spies working for the Enemy, what about you. Arathor?" Arathor said nothing, as he was staring out of the window, his attire in plain sight as it showed red scarf made out of blanket dangled down from his back to his feet, like a cape, as he wore black leather armor, with steel boots, along with his sharp face as his beard was pitch black along with his hair, which looked like a girl's as it dangled to his shoulders. "I do not know what he steals for," said Arathor. "But i am certain it is for reason." "What reason could there be? It's the Capital City, everyones rich here." "Not everyone," Arathor turned to the Soldier. "The War against Donrule has been going south recently, soldiers getting killed day by day. It's because they lack speed, strength, and intelligence.. i have the intelligence, Ron has the Strength, we need a Speed." The Soldier looked confused. "And who are you suggesting?" "It may not be a good idea to you, but we could use the Thief as a Speed weapon," said Arathor, walking to the Soldier. "You tell one person about what i am doing, and your ass is grass. You will be shredded!" The Soldier impulsively nodded, as Arathor sorted out his Red Scarf, before walking out of the Tower.
