Phil, for some reason, had started to see life in South Camp as normal. He had started to fit in—sort of, but that didn't mean his rational mind didn't often remind him that home was in Cottingham, Ingland. But what was a fact was him being more relaxed now than when he initially came, he felt more part of the craziness around him.
He had heard of North Camp's alert of attacking South Camp, and from what he was hearing him, war was inevitable. According to some maids and guards he spoke with, it seemed the hatred between the two lands—which were one decades ago—ran very deep and the worst of it all was the fact that the younger generation didn't hesitate to inherit the hatred. Phil greatest fear was that the land he was in seemed the weaker of the two lands, that was bad.
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