Syal

More and more obscure times fall on a place known as district 42. Poverty can be seen everywhere you go. Misery resides in the lives of every citizen. A thin line is about to be crossed. The final battle will soon begin. On the one hand, those who value tradition, order; On the other, those who cry out for freedom. Everyone knows, although no one claims ... but the district flag will soon burn. However, in an event perhaps headed by fate, a soldier wakes up. A man transported from another world, plunging into all the Chaos spread over that place. Perhaps, the only man capable of extinguishing the flames of that cruel war.

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District 42

He remembered his first days at the prison. Halden was once for him just an urban legend made to threaten the criminals who weren't stopped by the city guards, because those incompetents didn't do their job in the right manner.

It was so frustrating for him to have all his dreams shattered by slight mistakes… Every day inside that prison was to remember him that he messed up. He failed in the mission that he swore to devote his life, the beautiful pursue of the Frelsis, which they called freedom.

That was a word that for a long time the Council of Jarls and even the General Court were deciding if they should banish or not. They were all cowards in the eyes of that prisoner. People who know that words had a lot of power, but weren't willing to bear this pressure.

Yes, that was a District of cowards. The Court was filled with wimps who couldn't live with the sight of an entire folk turning against them, so they handcuffed them, and imposed their sovereignty.

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