The Civil War End

*His smile widens, a look of pure, cold triumph in his eyes.* Excellent. *He gestures leisurely back the way you came.* Now, be a good girl and lead me to our little traitor.

*voice shaking* I don't deserve... *pulls BrokenPrinter into a desperate hug*

*He stands alone now, the forest silent around him. He looks down at the worn sword in his hand, a bitter laugh escaping his lips.* A wooden sword against an army. *With a heavy sigh, he turns towards the ruins of Skymore. He'll start with the old hideouts. It's a long shot, but it's all he has left.*