The Unification of Alexander North Prt 02

(part one can be read here) 

The erratic
monsoon swept the continent again. Even so, as rains pound the backs
of a weary militia, warriors trod through flood waters to be kings of a
territory not their own. It would have been admirable during the days of the
war games but this was now real. And for what? LOVE they said. For those in the
trenches, running through fires, continental shifts and now the erratic
patterns of the monsoon, LOVE seemed too pale a reason to be at war but the
pride of The Four demanded the destruction of all that lay around even if they
annihilated each other, hollowing out the land they inhabited. Soul remembered
when they all sat by the same table and slept under the same stars when they
visited each other. She remembered these things when mortar shells exploded in
the faintest part of her ears. 

And it was all
Spirit’s fault. He with his righteous banner and loud voice. He called them all
wrong. To see Spirit… he honestly thought this was the fifth or seventh century;
what with his breastplate and his self imposed indignation over every thing. It
is his zeal to conquer the lands in the name of his father that shuts him away
from his brothers. Yet for his bravado, he was still a child of sorts,
accepting cookies from Soul who knew him past his philosophy… or his faith.