Drake walked the streets, noting on how different Clock Town might have looked only five years ago. He looked at the tall battlements, the guards constantly marching, armed with long javelins, and the playgrounds that had been converted into training camps to cure the constant need for troops. Terminia was at war. Chancellor Shyto, the hero who united Terminia under one government, had declared war on the "Imperialist Hylians", upon discovering the land of Hyrule. Shyto had not waited long after discovering the land that he had invaded it. The Terminians should be giving the Imperialists quite a run for their rupees thought Drake. He, like most people of Terminia, believed that what Shyto was doing was for the best of all people, both for Hyrule and Terminia.
Drake shivered. The Terminian winter was usually never this brutal. Currently he was walking through West Clock Town, which used to be a market. It was now the Working District. Shyto ran his county like an army, with everything prim and proper. Drake was wearing the standard uniform, blue tunic, black cloak, with a bright red clock emblem emblazed on both. Everyone wore it, including Shyto; it was the same symbol that was on the clock tower, the flag, and the symbol of Terminia as a whole.
The clock was time. Time was never on their side. Therefore, everyone must be reminded of it. Hard work is the only answer to time's difficulties. "Had the great hero become lazy," Shyto would say in his speeches, "We would all belong to the moon." Shyto would continue with, "Me and many others saw what happened. We were doomed to the wrath of Skull Kid. There was NO hope." He put much emphasis on the "NO". He would follow this up with a, "But the hero saved us through perseverance and strength, Through Hard work. I encourage you, people of Terminia, to work hard, or there will be no hope."
Drake shivered. He wondered if he could ever get these thoughts out of his head, but the Terminian officials had made that impossible. The words "NO HOPE EXCEPT THROUGH HARD WORK" where hung, painted, and engraved wherever possible. It was the country's motto.
Drake was a military trainee, specializing in the bow and short sword, part of the elite division of archers who where to be deployed tomorrow to fight off the Korkiri. The Korkiri had been a thorn in Shyto's side for far too long, and Drake's company, along with several Canon Operators and Pyrotechnics, where to burn down the entire forest, destroying most Korkiri and eliminating the annoying Lost Woods. The lost woods, the never ending maze of trees had cost Shyto too many lives.
Drake was terrified, The Korkiri where children that never grew up, to be sure, however, they where fierce warriors. They had controlled the Hylian Forest trade for years, and hadn't even given it up to the other trade masters, the Gorons or the Zoras. They had made cheap and effective catapults, had outstanding archers, and had a gigantic fortress of trees to protect themselves in. But there was no other way to get to Hyrule, except through the trees.
Drake ran a hand through his raven black hair, he wondered if he would die. He was scared of death. He had forgotten what he was doing out so late. He looked around himself; he had left the Working District, where everyone worked to make products for the state. He was in South Clock Town, the Rally Grounds. It was where Shyto would make his speeches, from atop a balcony on the Clock Tower. And hundreds from all across Terminia would come to listen to their great leader. Drake loved him, but he wondered how much Shyto loved him if he would order him to his death.