Hello everyone. This stories been here for some time and upon looking through it extensively I can easily say that I'm not a huge fan of what I wrote.
The premise was good, I thought the story could go in a cool way, but with not having touched it in so long, having updated this on Monday for the first time in two years I feel like I could pad it out more and tune the story up a bit more, bit less chaotic, bit less inconsistent.
The later chapters flow better and work better and I feel that the start of the story doesn't help those chapters work as well as they should.
To the brilliant beautiful people that followed this story back when I started you're incredible, within moments of me uploading you were on chapter ten like a flash and that means a lot to me. It means you care about this story and I'm going to do it justice.
I will rewrite it, it'll be less cringe, and more storytelling. I feel like the idea of the head captains was a good one, that every person was picked because there life symbolised what the flowers of the squads meant. But there were so many bits that re-reading it were just poor. So I'll leave this story here for the 33 of you who favourited and followed it. If you want me to leave certain things out then you can comment them in a review.
I want you all to know I'm so thankful for you reading this. 5000plus people read it, that's ridiculous for a blood war centric story that was utter wank. So I'm going to do it better now than what five year younger me could.
Thanks again Frederico De Sciglio