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Aptitude
and courage.
North
and South.
Two confronted kingdoms:
one fights for their own land,
the other is aims to broaden its legacy.
Warriors hearts committed to honor,
willing to sacrifice their own lives without hesitation.
The defenders
were falling one by one
to the Southern Mercenaries' leader,
who was determined to overcome anyone who dared cross his path,
thus quenching his thirst for blood and death.
All of a sudden,
a Viking from the North,
apparently unknown,
spotted a bear,
a bear's head over a warrior's armor.
He immediately knew that was the invaders' leader's armor
and didn't hesitate to take full charge against him
with his flaming ax pointing right at his heart.
He was fighting for his own land,
and he wouldn't stop, even if it would cost him his own life.
The sky lit up in oranges of every shade,
the moon and sun turned as red as blood,
and a golden breath of death spread throughout the plains.
At that point the Southern warriors
knew they were condemned to die.
That one was likely to be their last fight,
since they knew they wouldn't claim their land again
without their rebellious bloodthirsty leader.
The Northern Vikings
had joined forces and allied to the sun,
fire and colors.
The Southern Mercenaries leader
looked into the Viking warriors eyes.
His pride
had made him feel superior and stronger than his nemesis,
and that was his sin,
since he soon realized the Viking Warrior was weaker,
but wiser than him.