Mugiwara Flag Novels & Stories

But it was over. The flag of the South Wing—simple, silver-stitched—was torn down from the central watchtower. In its place, my banner rose. Deep crimson with the jagged mark of my family. The mark of Shadow Blood. Cheers rang out from my warriors as they planted it high. The blood on the ground hadn’t even dried.

I saw Leongrad’s bright hair, his hand raised in acknowledgement, as they passed the second wall, into the stronghold. The fighting in the killing fields and bailey was calming. Aurien began to circle, watching rather than participating. I saw the doors to the keep open. Within a few minutes, the flags of Pres Helef were drawn down the poles, and I saw a new flag raised in place and gasped. On a violet background, a golden dragon snarled. Aurien laughed.