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| The mouse king sat upon the bloodied steps of his castle, crumbling and burning in his wake, tears ran down his furry cheeks as he looked upon the carnage of the battle hard fought. | |
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| He raised to his feet weakly, wounds causing him to waver in his step. He stepped across the countless bodies few now recognizable as friend or foe. thinking now of peacefull days not so long ago. | |
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| Why do these days come? he asked himself with a scornfull look at a bloodies weapon laying now heavy upon the wet grass as if taunting him. Why must we build these walls only to have them torn down? | |
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| Turning back looking past to tiny homes of the innocient folk, forced to witness such sights. "Peace isn't cheap, it's won with blood sweat and tears" he said and went home, to revel in silent peace. | |
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