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THE BOY: As we journeyed through the land, searching high and low For those who would stand against These evil men across the sea Whose legions stood mighty and vast, We came across the tribes of valiant men, Who were ready to stand and fight To avenge our slaughtered brethren Even if it meant their lives.
Join our ranks and let us prepare for war, For our forces would be great! If our numbers were combined I know we could change our fate. If we are to do battle and survive To defeat this common foe, We'll have to unite as one. Now, what say you?
MATRIARCH: Stranger, what care I Of your suffering or your people? I have my own people's lives to protect. To attack is to die, to abide is security. You are young and reckless, And know nothing of war!
I know the heat of battle and the taste of blood And you'd sacrifice my men for your ideals. Would you also suggest that I pick up the pieces? I will not call for the drums of war!
THE BOY: Lady, I implore you to reconsider, For without your aid all hope is lost. Wait, who's this man running towards us?
TRIBESMAN: My lady, we're under, attack!
This creature, whose scales are pitch black, Has run through the entire camp.
THE BOY: Ready your spears, your swords, and axes, For this monster we shall destroy! Archers to positions! Men, surround him! On my order... Attack!
Dust starts flying, men are now screaming, Charging forward, their armor gleaming. Bodies falling, their blood is spraying. Men are dying, others are praying. One man stands without flinching, In his hands he is clenching His blade, now sharp and ready. He approaches and says, Fiend, you shall meet your end this day. Prepare to die!
MATRIARCH: Hark! This man has been misjudged! He is valiant, brave, and true. Life for life and blood for blood, We'll call for the drums of war!
Vita pro vita Cruo pro cruo
THE BOY: As the dust cleared all the men did cheer, For we had slain the beast! Now let us go to the nearest tavern Where we can drink and feast! For the battle had shown all of the men That combined our strength in arms Would defeat any armies of any land. So let us fight united as one!
We shall sound the drums of war!
As the throngs of Fate reach their pivotal moment, the boy returns to the lands of The Republic, but this time is accompanied by an army of his kinsmen under a unified alliance. On the march, they are met by the army of the enemy. As the last of the war drums fade into the horizon, the men prepare to decide the final fate of their people.