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Fallen City
Prologue
    Quite sometime ago, around 100 years, a new city was created. It was made to rule the world and become supreme in every aspect. Only the wealthiest could live there, only the best of the best knights could train and serve there. Only the most noble king could rule there. The kingdom was undefeatable, with a loyal king and amazing army. Or so they thought.

    Chapter 1
    The sword gashed into my shoulder, but I didn't have time to feel the searing burn of it's strike, I slashed back as hard as I could. We had been fighting for days, fighting for the Fallen city. My many wounds and cuts were a symbol of pride and strength for me. I ignored the pain and each one only showed how hard I fought.
    After a brutal battle at City Peak, I returned to the rebellion camp. Nurses tended to the many fighters there and everyone got rested up for the next long day. We wouldn't give up though, no matter how bad the situation, we had a reason to fight. We had a reason to live.
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    The powerfully trained mage took a break from practicing his illegal skill. The act of practicing magic was unthinkable, but even if someone found out, who would challenge him, the king?
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    The next morning at the camp, we all woke up and got to work. People prepared armor, blacksmiths made weapons, and fighters were congregating into formation. I hugged my parents and as I left I heard my dad say in the distance, "I love you, son!". "I love you too, Dad!" I said back to him. Me and my dad had always had a special bond. My dad was fighting at a differen battleground than me today though.
    As the battle started I fought as hard as I could, killing soldiers and blocking shots. But then something tragic happened: far away I glanced at my dad as he was fighting at his post, standing there, but then he was laying there, dead.

Last edited by soupoftomato (2011-06-06 14:49:31)