Murmurs and whispered erupted throughout the crowd.

"We will not cower under her power!"

Chroneo bellowed. "We need to fight back! We will not let her destroy our faith! We attack NOW!"

The army yelled in agreement, all three tribes. Chroneo felt proud.

"We have the whole of Crystal Isles!" Deuvo screamed, beckoning at packs of yutys, rexes and gigas, along with basilisks who all are fighting for the same thing; freedom.

Darkwater had taken Hurricane to the tropical hospital the night after Flame had died, he should be coming back any minute now. Vein had to stay with them, but Blicket and Quinter fiercely led the crowd with the three embers. Unnigh was in charge of the healers. She had a strange passion for it.

The huge army roared as an even bigger one marched down the horizon.

"THIS IS IT, BOYS, THIS IS WAR! WHAT ARE WE FIGHTIN' FOR?"(yes) Deuvo flew up.

"I have a strange feeling," Chroneo explained to Deuvo, "that we aren't just fighting for our freedom."

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-dfp