I am Stacia from the Ennazus tribe and have lived in Northumbria my entire life. My love is Natan from the Odelinian tribe. The problem between our two tribes began when his great-great-grandfather, the duke of Deira, fought for the throne of England while my great-great uncle, King Henrick of Northumbria was already king. The wooden, purple, teal, silver, and Celtic-knotted shield of the Ennazus tribe represents bravery, perseverance, and loyalty to one another, for which I lack.
My family and I were enjoying our share of meat and bread for the evening while drinking from our goblets. During this time of the year it is difficult keeping warm, so we typically stay near the fire our food was cooked on after exiting the mead hall in the evenings. I was thinking that my parents would slumber soon, hopefully soon enough my mate could greet me where we normally meet – nearly a mile away from my humble abode past the courtyard.
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Before I had time to consider what would happen next, the Ennazus tribe creeped in and was ready for battle against the Odelinian tribe. Of course I did not participate, I was the reason for this occurrence. Although, I did decide to follow only to see what would happen to my loved ones. All I could hear was the clanking of our wooden swords and shields and the rhythmic march of those in my tribe headed towards the battlefield only a few miles away. I could smell the fear the town was facing, a very unique sense of something I never enjoy taking part in. I know Natan warned his fellow warriors beforehand because I already heard the horrific cries of men, women, and even children of both tribes. I hide within the trees behind the field for which this battle is being fought. Of all the battles these two tribes fought, this is the most gut-wrenching, and I am the reason for all of