A War

The large hall was dark and moldy. No one had been inside of it or cleaned it for weeks all because of one person.

Alexander Guerriero.

The hall was once a place beautified by the lights that came in from the windows and at least thirty men filled the now dusty seats lined up in the hall with their own desks.

Now the hall’s curtains couldn’t be drawn open and the men that stood in the hall, gnashing their teeth in anger were two while the third man eyes took in the appearance of the once great hall with a cold gaze, yet his eyes were emotionless and one could tell what he was thinking.

The three men in the halls were all obviously not from the same countries.

A red haired middle aged man who’s head was still held up high like nothing in the world could touch him, he still carried around an air of confidence despite him knowing that they had all bee brought down and they had nothing left attached to their names.

A man who’s entire hair was already gray and his back hunched over b