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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...
--------------------------- 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐘𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 ---------------------------- Being the second part of ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ғʟᴀɢs.
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𝗗ays had passed since the War on Grandzam had ended, the entire city was a mess, lots of corpses; both from one side to another scattered everywhere, many families were torn apart; and the King did not know what to do. It had been the sixth day that The Soldiers were looking around for possibly people that were still alive, but everyone seemed to be dead. Yes, dead. Not moving a single muscle. Fire was crawling out of buildings that used to be beautiful, even the Citadel looked burnt, as the Patrol Squads looked around in horror. "How are we going to fix this city?" said a Soldier to himself. "It's a madness!" "You got that right, lad," said another Soldier as he patted him on the shoulder. "This is all existing because of the choices that foul goonie had made up there," he referred to the king, as he motioned his head to the Citadel, "and yet we were forced out here, looking for nothing but lifeless bodies. What a time to be alive." The Soldier did not say anything, as the other said after the immense silence: "Don't feel too bad though, it was inevitable Grandzam would fall." "Then why are you here?" he asked. "Why do you work for a City that is supposedly gonna fall?" The Other did not answer, as he laughed, then walked off, leaving the Soldier on his own as destruction surrounded.
The Night rose, as Two Younglings had been running through a forest, yes, you can probably guess it was Perrin and Gimitri, your right, of course, but do you know why? No, no one does, but I know, they're running because Squads of Orcs had stumbled upon them, and they sure love human meat. "Run! Don't look back, Gimitri! Run!" said Perrin, although he was looking back aswell. It seemed to be an endless maze with trees all around, as Both the Younglings slipped down this slope, and they found themselves what appeared to be a Cave, as The Orcs jumped over, completely missing them. They laid there for a few minutes, until Perrin suddenly got up, as he looked around, taking out his small blade (it needed sharpening) before he murmured; "Nothing, it's clear." Gimitri let out his breath, as he climbed out of the cave. "Nasty orcs," he said, "always have to be in the way. Always making us lost, why!" "No one knows," said Perrin, "but there is only one thing now - we need to get out of this floor."
They walked around the forest in their Nazrule Armor, as there seemed to be nothing for them. Until they heard bushes infront of them rattle; they were alarmed by this, of course, as an Orc came leaping out, holding a broken sword. It turned to the Younglings, as they moved back. "Oi, you!" he said. "There you are, i'm gonna rip out your filthy little innhead! Ain't i! Don't you move!" It ran at the Two, as Gimitri grabbed Perrin by the arm and shouted; "Go on! Stab it! Perrin! Quick!" "I am trying!" said Perrin, as he swung at the Orc, slicing a bit of his arm open, as the Orc growled in pain, before swinging its broken blade again. The Two fell to the ground, as Gimitri got up first, pushing the Orc not too far back, but it gave time for Perrin to get up as he did, and they started running through the forest again. "A tree!" said Perrin. "That tree! Climb it up, will ya? I will hold the Orc off. Quick!" Perrin gave Gimitri a leg-up as Gimitri jumped, holding onto the Tree, as Perrin turned to the Orc. "You wanna go?" he said. "Come get it, Orc." "I love your confidence," said the Orc. "Unfortunately it will never get you far!" The Orc swung it's blade as it connected with Perrin's sword, but the impact of the clash made Perrin drop the sword, as he flinched in fear; as he ran behind the Tree Gimitri was on and attempted to climb it, but the Orc grabbed his foot and threw him off the tree, as his back hit the leaves on the ground. "Perrin!" yelled Gimitri, "Oi! It's me you want! Not him! Yes! Me!" Perrin kicked the Orc in the face as it fell down, as Perrin attempted to climb another tree, but the Orc grabbed his foot in time, as he attempted to cut it off by rubbing its sword against it. Perrin started crying out in pain, as Gimitri felt something soft; it was no leaf, but as he turned around, he saw eyes on the Tree starting to open. Gimitri's eyes opened fully as he screamed, causing him to fall off the tree, but luckily the Tree catched him in time, as the Tree caught sight of the Orc trying to slice Perrin's foot off. The Tree shoved the Orc out of the way and grabbed Perrin, as he looked at the Two Younglings. "Nazrule Soldiers," it said. "What do you do in my forest?" They couldn't say anything, as Perrin was smoothing his foot, but Gimitri said, "Well, to be fair. It was a battle we came from, we escaped of course. And it's probably none of your buisness." The Tree studied Gimitri. "You're correct, of course," he said, "it is none of my buisness that there was a battle, but you're in my territory. And you have not explained yourself enough." "We're not trying to hurt 'ya!" said Gimitri. "We've been runnin' from Orcs!" The Tree was silent for a moment, rubbing his beard that looked like rice-but green, before he finally said: "I'll spare you, for now atleast, come with me." And then, with the Two Younglings in one hand, the Tree started to walk away, not towards Grandzam; but somewhere further.
