CHAPTER 2 - ASPIRED SLOG

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The southerners had gold, the northerners had fertile lands, the westerners had nothing to rely on. All westerners including the Master were worried. "We will have to attack them, that's the only way to solidify our region. The western expanse, needs stability", shouted the Commander. Master was in baffling state of mind. "Do we have the capable resources to accomplish this feat?" asked the Master in dispirited voice.

"Belief is an essential component to great achievements, and I believe in my people, the westerners" declaimed the Commander. "The occidentals are obliged to have such a courageous character in their Commander" proud Master cheered in zest.

"Start marching towards the South" ordered the Master.
"Very well Master, The victory shall be ours" roared the Commander.

Commander selected the most proficient comrades-in-arms. The boy was the only one having the invisible power in the attacking force.There was inconsiderable mizzle. The clouds were curious to know the aftermath.

"Sorrow is needless, pain is momentary, I the Commander of west, proclaim the upsurge of western prowess. You hereby stand for the fortune of west and the westerners, The victory shall be ours" shouted the commander. "The victory shall be ours", the reply was sharp and clear by the comrades-in-arms.

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