The scent of lavander with a hidden tone of vanilla stopped his steps along with his heartbeat making him a statue in front of his own room at his first night with his newly wedded bride.
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The dusk was approaching but the heat did not retreat. The stagnant air still hangs loosely under the lambent sun. weak rays of sunlight ignite the clouds, and burn across the sky, tuning it into a sea of flames. a vast expanse of emptiness stretches underneath the alit clouds.
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The land is hot and dry, no seeds were germinated. No plants are growing, no animals are living. The sun rays had penetrated deeply into the ground, leaving huge cracks, splitting the land into millions of pieces. Nothing was in the sight, apart from two fronts drawn between the two kingdoms, Jeons and Lees.
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On one side, valiant Jeon Kingdom soldiers of thousands stood armed with many various weapons uniformly with a dragon embroidered in the front with horses, some hundred of soldiers by foot with arrows and bows in arm some with spears, axes,non returnable boomerangs, brass knuckles, nonchuks, war hammers and katanas.
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At the front was the royals of the Jeon with heavy latticed iron beetle above their heads . The king of the Jeon kingdom was wearing his red war outfit with a golden helmet. the sword he was holding finely crafted with rubies and emerald. They were highly disciplined, but their growing impatience was becoming more and more apparent. Through their eyes, fierce and uncontrollable hatred was building. They seek revenge from the opponents whom stole their family's lives, insulted their traditions and culture, pillaged their country's wealth. The stallions are becoming restless, stamping their hooves loudly on the hard ground, eager to tear a gap in the enemy lines. Every man and animal was garbed in shiny armor ,which, even in the dim sun, glitters. The morale of the army is building. The soldiers and steeds were hungry for blood of their enemy as the war flags in red colour indicating their kingdom filled the clean sky.
