I had never visited the island provinces before. There were five major islands and dozens of mini islands. It was an archipelago of sorts, four islands roughly encircling the fifth. I was sent to the inner island, Lau-Sora. The sea shore was a pleasant scenery change from that of Camp 636 and the dark Killian paraphernalia.
There was one hell of a defense system around the four outer islands. Massive walls stood at the front of each island, cannons protruding at evenly spaced intervals. About every fifty yards there was a watch tower, and just behind the wall of the northernmost island, Lau Sing, towered an enormous lighthouse. Ships bearing the Blue flag created a blockade between each of the islands. There were about sixteen ships per blockade, including two gargantuan flag ships.
I saw where the Killians had recently attempted an invasion. A large, gaping hole had been blown in the wall of Lau-Sing. Smoke still emanated from the gash, and workers had begun to scaffold the afflicted area. It brought joy to my heart to see the people of Te Jaan Song rise up from the wicked destruction wrought by the Killians.
Over the course of two months, General Hong (the one who had liberated us) marched successfully across the Southland, freeing thousands of Blue and even Bromish POW’s. I was brought up to speed about the war and all that had transpired while I was away. I was astounded by the news of our new ally, Allem Raush. I thought it slightly suspicious that they were so willing to help us, but how could one refuse help against such a deadly enemy?
I was shown an up-to-date map of the Woodland, which displayed the territories of Allem Raush, Bromid, Killia and Te Jaan Song. My eyes widened. A red swath cut across the top of the map, cutting up northern Killia. Daufor, the capital, was even red. To the east, Bromid had bulged outward at the expense of black territory.
“As you can see,” the mapmaker pointed out, “this map isn’t even 100% up-to-date. The Blue boundaries have to be redrawn in the south. We’ve gained back quite a lot of land within the past two months.”
I was never called back into service to finish the Killian War. Part of me was thankful; I was sick of the black menace. But another part of me longed to claim personal victory over the fiends. They’d destroyed my home and killed my friends. But I guess that’s what I get for being a soldier, a Blue warrior. The enemy will always target what’s closest to you.
Eventually, Te Jaan Song reclaimed all of its land and more. Allem Raush relinquished nearly a third of their territorial gains to us. We thanked both the Red Empire and Bromid graciously and paid them a handsome amount of gold.
One thing we did earn for ourselves was Forlaud. Blue soldiers backed him down into a corner, a city they were forced to lay siege to for several weeks. Once captured, he was brought down into the island provinces to be locked up. No one knows why, but Tolmaeus ordered his men to bring Forlaud back alive, or else face execution for treason. It is unclear which island he was brought to, but each has a formidable prison complex. After he was caught, no one heard a word about him unless it was in hateful memory.
Besides the wealth of military resources, there was little material wealth gained from the Killians. They had ground their people into the dirt with an iron heel, malnourished and impoverished. It was actually quite a mess to clean up. The soldiers of Allem Raush had found strange experimentation camps in Daufor. They reported that the Killians had tested new weapons and odd technology on their own citizens. I was beginning to wonder if Forlaud had hated his own people more than he did us.
When all was said and done, the Red and Blue Empires shared an even amount of land, north and south respectively. Bromid was handed the short end of the stick, having the least amount of land on the continent. I suppose it was fair though, seeing as they’d lost the least amount of casualties. Even the Reds had lost more within a few months than Bromid did throughout the whole war. Regardless, the continent became a happy place and, for once, a peaceful place.
A few weeks after the war officially ended, Emperor Tolmaeus passed away. Without a son to succeed him, the fate of the Blue Empire hung on a delicate balance between the forces of righteousness and corruption.