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Bridge

Once there was a wooden bridge that also served as the boundary between two kingdoms. It was old but sturdy. Many have crossed it. Children, families, travelers, merchants. It was a bridge that was well-maintained by the people from both ends until war broke loose between the two nations.

As the war lengthened, people became wary of those who  crossed the bridge. Brigands preyed on the weak and innocent. Soldiers from opposite sides constantly crossed  it. Most often than not, it was the poor citizens who were injured when two opposing forces encountered one another.

Eventually, it became so dangerous that not a soul dared to see to the upkeep of the bridge.

One day, a huge storm passed the two kingdoms. Winds tore at trees and houses. The rain flooded farmlands and cities. The bridge, old and in need of repair, was swept away by the violent tide of the river.

The bridge, broken beyond repair, the two kingdoms  became separate ever since.