Novel & Cerita Our Flag Means Death Stede

I take his hand with a small thank you then stand next to him. "Thank you all for coming here..." I start. I'm not really good at making speeches but I try giving a two sentenced speech before turning and holding the rope that keeps the banner in place. I tag at it before the red cloth drops revealing. The Red Flags Exclusive Club making me gasp. Aiden didn't want me to see the name. "It suits it. Don't you think?" he asks standing behind me. I nod absentmindedly admiring the words. "Why would you do this?"

And at the head of it all stands Commander Lincoln, whose crimson cape ripples behind him like a shroud of spectacular victory as he crosses the field, bringing his arm up- -to bring a tall, gleaming pole, capped with the black flag of the Western Plains, staked elegantly into the ground. Stella’s eyes widen. Surely, this can be nothing else but an act of war, to so openly defy– “Can you stand?” Stella startles. Where she’d been lost gazing upon the flag, Lincoln had taken the time to cross back over to her, and when Stella looked up - still gaping - the morning sun’s just begun to peek over the horizon behind her.

At his back was a symbol that they were all familiar with. Ah, it's not just a symbol that caught their attention, at the side of him was a proudly standing flag that symbolizes their country. A familiar thirteen horizontal stripes, seven red alternating with white, and countless stars that seems to represent a new constellations. One of them, stunned and awestruck, can't help but exclaim in a form of a whisper, "What the… isn't that?" ["Thank you for your participation, officers of the Vyseni's and PSIA's most cherished squad, SPADE, and especially to you, Archilles Callisto, commander-in-chief. My name is Stanley Laurel II."]

The battle had waged for what felt like hours. Blood had coated the field a while ago, dead eyes staring up at the crisp autumn sky. It was spring back home, blossoms already forming on long forgotten stems. The red from the blood paired nicely with the fallen leaves. Men kept charging fiercely towards me, screaming at the top of their lungs. They knew who I was. Knew that they were running to their deaths. But that didn't deter them for a single moment. For President! For Country! For honour! In the name of killing off those who were unknown to them. Straight into the embrace of death himself. Or in this case, herself.

But all that did is jinx everything. August hit his face like a bear with sore head to honour another one of his fallen officers. And as Voss swayed to the rhythm of with the wind, so did August’s hopes.

You could see the fear in all their eyes, see their bodies just quivering. “ There is no greater honour than dying in a fight for your people. I am ready to die in this field but I will die proud and happy yet know, I will die having left nothing but havoc. Don’t see this as your death, see this as the honour it is, defending your family and people. We will protect our people and land until the last breath we draw.” I said out, speaking from deep in my heart. The words were packed with much power, head held up high.

Did he mean that - Fück, don't think about it Alex, don't think about it, for fücks sake, don't think about it. I pushed it all to the back of my mind, I can't lose myself now, I need control. "I told you i don't care -" the fücker doesn't know how to shut up, does he ? "I know my death won't go to waste, i know you will pay -" his words were directed to me, he shook his head, "So I won't mind adding more salt to your wound."

The King of Baden must have accepted the thought of helping the dying pulpit of Alvar. The oblivious dwellers processed. Then they saw it, a blood-red flag bordered by golden lace, flying high and mightily in the cool air. Their breathing immediately hitched, recognizing the color of Baden. Unlike Baden, the Flag of Alvar holds a green shade depicting prosperity and nature. How ironic. The flag that was approaching the Fort of Alvar, belonged to the Baden. Doubts clouded the citizens of Alvar and they huddled closer in groups to whisper.

The arena which was originally gloomy was once again shining glamorously. There was a flag podium in the middle of the arena. Carrying a heavy metal box over to White-Eyed Ivory Dragon and the others, Sigillum said, “The flag’s here.” “Hm.” White-Eyed Ivory Dragon took the metal box and opened it. It contained a black flag. He carefully took it out and walked towards the podium. Soon, it was raised to the sky. On the front of the black flag was a word sewed in bright red—Nemesis!

"We swear on our lives!" The little foxes crossed their chest. For the foxes, crossing their hearts is a sign of honesty and if they lie, they will literally die. The lost boy somehow know of it and so does Kitto. Once they have the magic phrase, they left the three foxes and took the direction where the field should be. Since it is nearby, they just needed to walk for a couple of minutes. Dandelions sure were everywhere that made it hard for them to spot the rocks on the ground.