Canary General

The war had been raging for years.

People died. My friends died. It was part of the deal.

We still had a fighting chance to overthrow the crazy lunatic that was trying to rule our land.

If the general still stood, we would stand next to him.

Even if it meant our death.

Our general was the one who could save us.

It was death six hundred twenty three that broke our general.

It was death six hundred twenty four that ended the war.

When our general fell. All was lost.