Title: “The Day the Colors Changed”
Scene: Delvaron Capital – Citizen POV (Multiple Voices Blended)
It started with the sky.
Blackwood war banners weren't flown by hand. They were dropped by drones—massive, circular crafts that hovered over each district, unrolling deep black flags with the golden seal: a lion's head split by a crown, flanked by twin wings.
No music.
No announcement.
Just silence…
…and the slow fall of a new identity.
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[ELDERLY CITIZEN – FEMALE]
I've seen five presidents. Three coups. One civil war.
But I've never seen an entire country vanish overnight.
Yesterday, we were Delvaron. Today, we're "Blackwood South."
My husband tried to stand when the flag dropped. Said he wouldn't bow.
Soldiers made him kneel.
He didn't get back up.
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[UNIVERSITY STUDENT – MALE]
They blocked all social media. All our textbooks are gone from the library.
Now we're being sent "learning packets" about the history of Blackwood's rise.
One guy made a joke on the campus chat about resisting.
B.A.M. raided his apartment the same night.
Nobody jokes now.
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[SINGLE MOTHER – FEMALE]
My son asked me if the King will let us celebrate his birthday.
He's six.
What do I tell him?
They say we'll get food tokens soon.
They say we're safer now.
But our neighbors? They got relocated.
We don't know where to.
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[RETIRED VETERAN – MALE]
Funny how we spent years training for foreign threats.
Turns out, the real invasion didn't come with a warning.
They came with perfection.
Uniforms polished. Orders clear. No shouting. No looting.
Just... efficiency.
That's what scared me the most.
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[TEENAGER – FEMALE]
I think I like the flag.
I know that's wrong to say.
But it's strong. It's... clean.
The soldiers don't look like ours. They walk like they've already won.
Maybe they have.
My friends are deleting everything. Old posts. Old usernames.
We're renaming ourselves.
One girl said if you get chosen, you're given a Blackwood surname.
She said it like it was a prize.
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Final Overlay – As the Banner Covers the Last Building
Loudspeakers crackle on across the capital.
A unified voice, calm and commanding, plays on loop:
> "This is Blackwood South. You are now citizens of the Empire.
Your protection is guaranteed.
Your loyalty will be expected.
Resistance is not permitted.
You are one with us now.
Long live Blackwood. Long live the Flame."
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