The General threw a cloak over his shoulders and left his tent to inspect his troops. Each carried a lantern atop his spear. They would light their way to the castle of his hated enemy, the Duke.
Their clans had been warring for centuries. While there was little contact between them, the General knew that the Duke feared an ancient prophecy: His castle would fall on a snowy night, surrounded by starlight.
The General gave the order to move out. He would leave an offering on his great-grandfather’s grave when he returned in thanks for planting the prophecy long ago.

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