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Jovian
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With the war dwindling down over the last couple decades, it seemed that maybe there would be peace coming around afterall. However, that was just what the humans thought. The Seraphim and Valkryie knew better, knew that if they came in contact with each other it was liable to lead to another skirmish. They were not ready for peace, because there was still something at stake for them. What was in store for the winners who went to the island was unknown, but it was still something to fight for. A fight over territory.
Vaerin was grocery shopping and reminiscing. He hadn't gotten a chance to really experience the war, because it was dying down when he was a kid. He had heard stories though, and considered who he would have been on the side of had he been able to choose a side.
It didn't matter now though. Even the humans that had taken sides were finally tossing aside their devotions and becoming one again. Vaerin had been witnessing marriages between men and women that were supporters of opposite sides, realizing that they had a lot in common and were only separated by a war that had ended. Few people realized that this was only a pause in the fighting.
Even Vaerin did not realize that the fight was far from over.
Getting to his apartment, Vaerin put away his groceries and looked around his small apartment. It wasn't much, but at least he could afford it. He worked at the rather large grocery store he shopped at as a night stocker. It paid well enough for his standards.
He sat on the only piece of furniture in the living room, a large comfortable recliner, and picked up a book his brother had suggested to him. His mind wasn't on literature, though, but on the war again like they usually were. The war had been what had taken his father from him, and he had been too injured to be saved.
"Wonder how Ardin is doing..." he mumbled as he closed his eyes. A nap would be nice...
Vaerin was grocery shopping and reminiscing. He hadn't gotten a chance to really experience the war, because it was dying down when he was a kid. He had heard stories though, and considered who he would have been on the side of had he been able to choose a side.
It didn't matter now though. Even the humans that had taken sides were finally tossing aside their devotions and becoming one again. Vaerin had been witnessing marriages between men and women that were supporters of opposite sides, realizing that they had a lot in common and were only separated by a war that had ended. Few people realized that this was only a pause in the fighting.
Even Vaerin did not realize that the fight was far from over.
Getting to his apartment, Vaerin put away his groceries and looked around his small apartment. It wasn't much, but at least he could afford it. He worked at the rather large grocery store he shopped at as a night stocker. It paid well enough for his standards.
He sat on the only piece of furniture in the living room, a large comfortable recliner, and picked up a book his brother had suggested to him. His mind wasn't on literature, though, but on the war again like they usually were. The war had been what had taken his father from him, and he had been too injured to be saved.
"Wonder how Ardin is doing..." he mumbled as he closed his eyes. A nap would be nice...