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But he doesn’t interrupt. “Peace,” she finishes. The word hangs in the air. Fragile. Powerful. Possible. Charles studies her for a long moment. Then— Slowly— He nods. “Then let’s talk.” And just like that— War steps back. Not gone. Not defeated. But delayed. Because peace… Is harder than war. And far more dangerous.

But on the lower shelf, pushed toward the back like something filed away rather than stored, I found it. No title on the spine. I pulled it free and opened the cover. “ A Complete Record of the Human Management System as Established by the Wolf Council in the Third Year Following the Great War’s Cessation,” I read out loud to myself. Great War. The same war, Mye had mentioned. I carried the book to the chair by the dead fireplace and sat down. The first section was bureaucratic—council minutes, resource allocations, the dry language of people building something terrible and calling it policy. I moved through it quickly, scanning for substance.

A husky man stepped in, holding a note as he hurried with glinting shoes finally whispering to Chief Ronald Solanke and stepping out again. " In conclusion, If we allow rift and ruffle to interfere, we are walking towards doom. The country is full of orphans struggling to eat and survive yet the bond between them amidst hunger, anguish and dearth still stand! How beautiful this is. Do say after me, we are one and our bond is too strong to allow discord. " "We are one and our bond is too strong to allow discord. " they all chorused and announced, wondering if they agree totally to that being proclaimed. @Opemiplenty

Because in the dark no one can see, no one can know how hurtful it is. If when he was a child, he wouldn't cry even if he was beaten to death, but now he is so weak that just a little pain can cry. Maybe the older we get, the faster we cry... "Where is its hope?" Little Clause hugged the trembling body, it was like a wind that drifted everywhere without stopping. Where is the place of peace? Where is home called? Maybe those things are too luxurious for him so God can't give him five times seven times. "I'm dead, will anyone cry?"

It was the end of the story we knew. “So this is it?” I asked, my voice sounding small in the open air. “The war is officially over?” Sebastian set his coffee down on the stone railing and walked toward me. He stopped just inches away, his presence overwhelming the scent of the rain. He reached out, his fingers tangling in my hair, his gaze searching mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “The war for survival is over,” he whispered, his forehead coming to rest against mine. “But the war to keep this... to keep the peace... that’s the one that never ends. Are you ready for the silence, Ocean?”

He was slightly disappointed, though only a little, for the formula for its creation was there—he could still study it and work through it. "By the heavens... By the heavens, this is a gift from the gods!" Davis clutched the book to his chest, overcome with emotion. He suddenly threw his arms around Rafael, tears streaming down his face. "Peace is no longer a mere dream! Without war, how could our great kingdom not thrive?" Rafael understood exactly how Davis felt. When the six-barrel matchlock had fired 500 feet, he had nearly jumped out of his skin with excitement. Of course, if they could manage to build the cannon carriage, nothing could stand in their way.

Chapter 2: The meeting I woke up in the early morning to the smell of smoke in the air. This couldn’t have been good at all. My mom never burned food. I went to my door to open it, but an armored man kicked it in before I could. He was standing there looking at me. He looked really strong and his face was covered with sweat. He seemed really angry and looked like a soldier, but he was strangely formed at the face. He finally walked towards me laughing. I started to panic and backed up slowly. My black bag was behind me, so I tripped. He reached out to grab me, but a sword came through his chest. As he fell, I saw my dad behind him.

William let out a sigh of relief as they began to eat in relative silence punctuated by the sound of their cutleries against fine China but he thought too soon as it was soon chattered. "I have good news," Ava said garnering everyone's attention. "So, are you going to share this news or will you keep up the dramatics", Zarah said with an eye roll. Ava playfully smacked her back and said, "I will share my news but first, Zion will you help us with a drum roll". "This must be big news if it is deserving of my world-famous drum roll," Zion said before shifting his plate aside and using his hands to rap a distinct beat on the table.

*****************************POV: Rowe************************ --- There were two kinds of quiet in the world. The first kind was peace—when birds sang, the air breathed easy, and the sun rose without hesitation. The wind howling like the only thing we needed at the moment. And the second? The second kind of peace was war. The kind that settled over everything right before the shot. The air stilled. The insects stopped. Even your heartbeat dared not make noise, as if sound alone might be the trigger.

Every decision I’d made echoed back at me—who I’d saved, who I hadn’t, who I’d lost along the way. I thought of Grayson, Roman and the pack that once swore loyalty under the moon and ended up tearing each other apart beneath it. “Do you ever wonder,” I said after a long silence, “if peace is just the space between wars?” Kael didn’t look up from the fire. “Peace is a lie we tell ourselves to make the next fight bearable.” I sighed, leaning back against the wall. “That’s comforting.” He grunted in amusement. “You didn’t ask for comfort.”