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We loved, we fought, and we lost, paying  the highest of costs. we lay on this battlefield beaten and battered while the earth lay scorn beneath us. This time it was more then a simple bout, this was something catophstrophic. The mighty oblisk had fallen and the world felt it.  The wind howled like torchered mice; The sky weeped witnessing this sad sight. The war is over, but with no victor. Both sides lay tired and still, brittling still. Nethier tries to stand, love will die here today.

And then, there was peace in the land, the saddest silence life had ever know.