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a 1x1 by
@Red Thunder & @tee-dot-jay-dot
The clink of iron shod boots was not so easily muffled. Where it had been a rhythmic beat not twenty minutes prior, now they paced about the small clearing, pushing aside roofs of twig and and bark, ripping aside doors in their search for new bodies.
None were spared. Old. Young. Weak. Strong. Male. Female. The citizens of Rowan Village were taken, captured by unyielding metals hands and thrown unceremoniously into unyielding metal cages. To a one, they knew where they were bound: Robotropolis. To the capital city's dreadful machines.
To be roboticized.
All save two. Warned of the encroaching army of robotic soldiers by adventurous spirits, two figures quailed in their respective hiding places, understanding if not fully accepting the implications of this day. As the carts creaked away down the forest path and out of sight, as the rhythmic clink of iron shod boots faded into the distance, as the ashen light dimmed all the more with the setting of the blood red sun, they knew hope had abandoned them.
But maybe they could find it again. Rumor was spreading, even as far as Roman Village, of the disposed Princess Sally and her Freedom Fighters. She held her own against the metal machines, people whispered, and her hideout was inaccessible to those she wanted to be kept out. Maybe, if she could be found, just maybe the Rowan Villagers could be saved.
But time was slipping away. They'd have to go fast.
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