A Tale of Two Cities
I looked across the battlefield at the opposing army. They weren’t big, but then again, neither were we. They came from the city of Walnut, a land of dark wood and even darker intentions. It was no surprise to see them on the battlefield again. Our two cities had an eternal feud, always clashing, always competing. Maybe one day we’d sort things out and make an alliance, but today was certainly not that day. Today, we fought. To the right I saw my friend Leonard take the first charge forward. Like me, he was one of the foot soldiers on the front line. He was quick on his feet and wasn’t afraid to make the first move. Our army usually moved first. We came from the city of Maple, a land of light wood, bright futures, and glorious motives. We refused to let the Walnuts push us or anyone else around. Led by our Deity, the Mighty Hand, we knew nothing could get in our way. Shortly after Leonard moved a foot soldier from the opposing army charged forward as well. Typical W...