[Roman's Journal entry]
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Xxth September 18xx
With most certainty I felt that even before we made for the battlefield; something, somewhere was wrong. I felt unsettled. And though my archers made light work against the Empire's footmen, the feeling remained.
In the full glare of the sunlight my concerns were made certain. The men of the east remained allied with those of the north. They were unified; which could only have meant one thing. Betrayal. And for us it resulted in heavy losses.
Father's men having failed to control the enemy's right and I, stuck in between, I was faced with a decision of which I fear shall torment me for as long as I should live.
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[Plains of Verdant - Battlefield]
Cyrus: My Prince we must return-
Roman: No! Why is the horn being sounded?!
Cyrus: His Majesty...
Roman: His Majesty, what?!
Cyrus: ...
Roman: CYRUS!!
His eyes which were squeezed shut flew open; attentive to the Crown Prince's question
Roman: What of father?!
Cyrus then gravely stated
Cyrus: I- His Majesty...the King has been severely wounded..
The Crown Prince; downcasted, fell silent.
From atop his steed, Cyrus then motioned to make for the southern border.
Cyrus: ...Your Highness, the sound to retreat has already been given. We must go! Now!
Roman: What of the eastern flank?
Cyrus: My Prince there is no time for-
Roman: What of the eastern flank, Cyrus?!
Cyrus: My Prince, we must go!
Roman: No! Answer me!
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BLACK ARROW - ACT 1
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