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by Kroneiand. . 7 reads.

Sommerset's Days

"Ahh, I do remember the good old days when I was just a little boy, playing around Sommerset Square with my friends Lahri, Hans, Freidrich and Pierre. We were always playing soldiers. Hehe... Although.. There was one day in particular that stood out. It was a typical December morning, the bitter cold freezing my fingertips as I struggled to move them. It snowed heavily that day, and you could barely walk. Nevertheless, hans, the happy-go-lucky one, still ran at full speed and kept winning in our little game. Hmph. What happened next though, nobody could've seen coming. We were playing soldiers, as usual, when we heard them. Shots. What is now known as the Kronelandic War of Independence had begun. We all rushed to get inside our houses but Lahri... Lahri got his foot stuck. He was taken by three Norwegian soldiers. I lived in wonder for the next few days until I saw it. The evening newspaper. That headline.. it still haunts me to this day.. 'Local boy mauled by wolves, left to rot'. There was a picture. That was unmistakably Lahri. I never grieved for him though... I only felt... hatred. I wanted to kill those responsible so much. For the next 10 years I tried to remember their faces until the anniversary of his death, 13 years later. They all came to my door. All three of them. What I did still haunts me..."

"Okay, anything else you need to say?"

"No, I am done."

"Good. Soldiers! Present Firearms! Take Aim!"

They waited for the final command.

"Fire!"

Seven shots were heard as the Lord Protector Horst Koppenhausen's corpse slumped to the ground.

Kroneiand

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