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She lays in a muddy field staring at the starless night sky. Once there were flowers of every color, but years of war had made it a colorless place.
Soldiers that were nothing more than boys spilling their blood, and for what?
To prove which was mightier: magic or a sword. There were no winners only death for both sides.
In the summer, the bodies were piled up left to reek in the scorching heat. In winter, they were buried under snow.
It's pointless and chaotic, but still both side fight to prove who is better.