The city was a wreck. The war had destroyed them all. Smoke billowed over towering buildings. A figure got up from underneath a pile of rubble. Everything was torn apart. Babies screamed. "This should have never happen again." The figure took out some paper. It was slightly burnt from the fires but it was fine. It was a map of the city. He ripped it up into slightly equal pieces and shouted aloud "Generations here my call. Bring the leaders. Bring them all." Suddenly, people appeared they were bleeding and wounded. The figure took of his hat and placed the torn uo sheets in. "Whatever area you pick out will be your alliance territory. Choose wisely. When this is done you will be given money to start your alliance. You may start."
The people in an orderly line chose from the hat. They started to form bonds. If only it was that easy. This arrangement would trigger a bigger thing. This thing only the figure knew...
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Tongues of Fire
Non-FictionIn our world everyone is in an alliance. If not then your dead. Each alliance has a leader. There is an entire caste or fuedal system. Each rank higher than the rest and each with their own power limit but Bethely. She really is something else. She...
