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- ProloguePrologue ~ End of a Nation ~- Prologue
King Audrain Navarrede stood in front of the open window, sighing with relief as the shouting and blasts from below ceased for the night. Taliar’s army had retreated back to their encampment, and his had slunk back behind the safety of the castle walls, tails between their legs. The young ruler had watched the battle all day, growing further upset as he watched the Tarian army advance slowly towards the castle itself. They wanted him, he was sure of it. Their king, Naltaer, wished to conquer his country, and the king of a defeated nation was never left alive to see its fall.
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