A footsore band of Ulandians trudged across the rocky plateau. A long day's march lay behind them, and ahead of them the sun was setting in a glorious blaze. Squinting into it, the leader caught sight of their goal - a sliver of the mighty Flagg reservoir. It shone black against the brilliant hues of the sky, and there was something sobering about its desolate look, like a guardian watching sadly over a countryside it knew was about to be ravaged by war.
"I didn't think I had it left in me, boys, but on the count of three - hip, hip, hurrah!" the leader exclaimed.
The cheer was taken up by the troops and rolled down over the sand dunes as they pressed with renewed strength on their way.
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