Day Ninety:

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In the south.  Soldiers wearing blue-tinted armors and carrying weapons of different kinds march in formation. None were shouting, none were left behind, and only the sound of their footsteps that were in synch could be heard. At the very front of them is a lone woman with blonde hair, she leads the march of the soldiers while atop a white horse. Beside her, floats a flag embroidered with a silver eagle spreading its wings wide and has a sword embedded in its mouth, it was the symbol of the Memphis Royalty.  "Commander, we've found a village nearby. Should we proceed?" A soldier came to her side and said so. He was wearing the same armor as the other soldiers, but just like his commander he was atop a horse, and a  longbow was resting behind his back. The soldier was a scout. "Inform th

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