The polar bear king was vicious. He killed and held onto his power, rich and wealthy, while his people suffered. No one would dare standup to him. The land that held the key to enter into his gates was only independent at the hands of those trying to enter his kingdom. They too he killed by the masses as they sucked everyone into their war fest only to enrich the promises of a new Soviet empire. As the polar bear king stood in his palace as his pawns moved key pieces right into his hands everyone who dared to make a deal knew the polar bear king could not be trusted. All that was evil he allowed to enter into his presence for he too had sold his soul to the devil while embracing iconic black images of holy relics. His priest and seers anointed his purpose to balance the scales, they gave him the power to unleash his fury. Standing to make a peace deal, one of his scorned soldiers burst into the room screaming to avenge his lost family while the cameras were live eager to capture a peace deal. Betraying his oath he would thrust his hidden blade into the polar bear king’s chest as diplomats would jump out of the way. Witnessing the peace treaty soaked in the polar bear king’s blood, his lifeless body ended the war. What were the odds?
The Green Luck Peace Deal
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