Prelude

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             War is such a fickle thing. A selfish, raging beast with greed for a heart. It's always been a problem, a shadow that never leaves. War doesn't spare anyone. Even those who are good. The Dawn Kingdom is in the midst of Civil War, a small rebellion between the people and their royals. The people want more, there isn't more to give. The Lord and Lady of the House have asked for help. But no one is coming.

A flash of brilliant blue and violet arcs through the air. Her sword collided with another's. The young female roars her frustration, trying to tame the wild beast that's consumed her people. But they don't listen. Desperation begins to cloud her judgment, her frantic need to stop this war before they lose too much has become all-consuming. There is nothing she can do. A boom rumbles the air and shakes the ground. Static tickles their skin as lightning sparks the air. A smear of black ripples between the light and there, with his sword raised and amber eyes, is the Dark Lord of Night. If war was believed to be an unstoppable force, the world is not ready for him.

War is such a fickle thing. A selfish, raging beast with greed for a heart. It doesn't stand a chance against him. War will bow to him.

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