Footsteps approached the top of the White Cliffs of Dover and they were greeted with the most amazing sunset that they have seen in a very long time. As they the five stood there they could feel the wind blowing through their hair, feel the heat off the sun and see how the rays reflecting off the sea.
Everything was perfect.
But for the five they knew this was just the beginning, time to fix everything that they had started. They stand hand in hand gazing into the distance draped in the flag of their nation, who they represent.
To think the five are standing like a family but this time last year they did not know each other or the fact that they would be standing here. It was due to what they did, the trouble they caused and they were the only people who could get everything back to how it was.
One of the five took a step forward and placed his flag over the edge of the cliff, went into his bag, took out a tent peg and a small mallet and hammered his flag against the cliff then continued to gaze into the sunset.
The others then followed and did the same.
Once the last of the five had pegged their flag to the cliff and all looked at each other and they all knew that their journey has only just begun. They all wanted just to go somewhere and get away from what had happened but they all knew that this was not possible.
The flag of St George
The flag of St Andrew
The flag of the Red Dragon
The flag of Northern Ireland
The Ulster Banner
These were the flags, the flags of the five nations, all together, united just like the five.
Armed guards approach the five and escort them back to the army vehicles to take them back to camp. They followed and one by one they took their seat into the 4x4 that was waiting for them. All but one of the five entered.
The last of the five stopped, turned back and walked towards to edge of the cliff. The guards were shouting to come back but the command was ignored. They stopped, stared and sighed.
'Issac we really need to go, you know we need to be back before the sunsets, we are already pushing the schedule' the voice came Field Marshall Leon Winter. He was the only person from the Army that Issac trusted, in fact apart from the five he was the only person who he trusted. He had power but had sense, he knew these five were important so he had to trust and listen to what they say. To build the bond, to be united.
'Sorry Leon, I just keep thinking this was all my fault. Issac replied but before he could continue Leon interrupted 'Right stop that thinking now, we all know what happened was not your fault, but we need you, we need the five to fix this. You are the five that hold the key to being the nations together, to be united.'
Issac turned and looked at Leon and sighed 'Alright, alright I'm coming. Hate it when you're always right.'
Leon put his arm round Issac and they both headed off to the 4x4 and they finally set off back to camp.