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Nameless: A Fairy Tale
 by  A Very Tall Oak Tree in City Park

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After centuries of ceaseless fighting, the Great Wars of Corosa had finally come to a close. These wars had by far been the most horrible, the most destructive, of all of the wars ever fought between the East and West. The Easterlies had again been forced back into the mountains while the Westerlies could once more return to their farms, castles, and manors within the safe confines of the great Western City’s walls. There had always been a great rift between these two peoples; the embittered Easterlies were been the weaker of the two groups, putting up with poor treatment and contempt from their stronger Westerly neighbors. They lived deep in the mountains and forests. Most were farmers, but some were said to possess arts of inconceivable strength—ancient magics that were long forgotten by humankind.

Despite this unusual skill, the Easterlies’ bad luck in wartime persisted diligently and continued to procure failure whichever way the Easterly military happened to turn. After each war, the Easterlies would begrudgingly return to their mountainous homeland and plot the next offensive against their oppressors, determined to achieve greatness at last while the Westerlies would march jubilantly back to their secure location on Bassings Hill and wait patiently for the day when they would have to crush the rebellious Easterlies once more.

However, on this day, the end of the Great Wars, one Westerly knight did not obey these unspoken laws of retreat. After the Easterlies had fallen back and the Westerlies had begun the ascent of Bassings Hill, Morgan Kinwyr urged his white pony, Windswept, forward over the Easterly lines. His name was known well throughout Corosa; his family had fought for the Westerlies for many generations and was noted for its exceptional courage and loyalty to the Corosan crown, an ancient Westerly by the name of Roald Winchester. He had been alive for close on to five hundred years, a fact which called some particularly skeptical Westerlies to question his blood—living so long could only mean a trace of Easterly genealogy.

 

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7.2006

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