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The Split
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Ongoing, First published Jun 01, 2014
A girl with a dark complexion in the back shouted, “We’ll get you, for everything you’ve done to us until now!” The others cheered her on.
	Something was nagging him in the back from his mind. It wasn’t right. What were they talking about when they were saying that they had lost others as well? He was sure that people from his camp wouldn’t do such a thing against his orders. They knew that there would be heavy consequences if they did. During his short reign in his camp as the main leader, he had seen steady improvement encouraged by the drastic measures he had taken in order to insure their success.
 It was quite frustrating, getting them to actually work, but it had turned out fine in the end, after all. They trudged back to the temporary camp, their minds on only one thought. War.

There was one disaster.
One choice.
One split.
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