A tragedy which counts it's days

The night of the 24th brought devastation to all, a night full of screaming, fighting, weeping, and sorrow. Few were the lucky one's who suffered no damage. The young, cheerful, pink-haired baker had her newly inaugurated bakery burn to a crisp, many suffered through the death of a loved one, even the great fighter who'd sworn to retire into a more peaceful life had to break his long held promise. The townsfolk hid and begged for mercy. Meanwhile inside the castle stood a pink haired prince in front of his soon-to-be throne, once a beautiful forest green, now stained with the crimson red blood of his own father. War had officially begun.

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