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He winced when a sharp pain laced through his head. Slowly opening his eyes, he gingerly sat up trying not to jar the throbbing in his head. Placing his hand to his head, he felt a large goose egg forming near the back. Touching it lightly he felt something sticky amist his hair. As memory surfaced, he glanced around him in horror.
It was over, the great battle that had covered the once great fields of Psie. The green grass was no longer green, but scortched black from fire, and stained red from the blood of his people.Scattered around him were broken arrows, shards of swords, broken axes, bows, and death. He lowered his head, closing his eyes in grief.
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