the Chronicles of the Naryan War
After the death of Jon Snow, the soldiers of Naryan lost their will to fight.
What once had been a war of honor became a struggle without purpose.
Even the Arians, their sworn enemies, felt the weight of that loss
for in Jon Snow's fall, a light had gone out on both sides of the battlefield.
Commander Blackwell, grim and unyielding, gave the order to gather the fallen.
Days turned to nights, and nights to weary dawns.
The war stretched on not by years, but by hours and minutes,
each heartbeat echoing like the toll of a distant drum.
By the command of Lady Gaga of Naryan, the surviving captains
Ema, Daria, Twilight, Thomas, Edwin, and Rowan
rallied what remained of their troops.
Their courage was not born of hope,
but of duty and defiance.
They fought like beasts cornered by fate,
unafraid of death, for death had already claimed their hearts.
Across the field, the Arians and their leaders,
Commander Stone and the Ninth, fought with equal fury.
They were called the Monsters of Arian,
and rightly so for neither blood nor mercy could sway their blades.
Men died by the thousands, yet the battle did not break.
It only burned hotter, fed by sorrow and rage.
And so the field became a graveyard,
and the sky above hung silent
as though even the heavens mourned the name Jon Snow.
This dragged on for a while.
The war became something more than the death of one man.
It became something beyond revenge
something that felt like betrayal itself.
The Naryans were desperate.
They were ready to take down any of their enemies, even one of their own commanders,
if it meant honoring the death of Jon Snow.
The war wasn't like before.
It was no longer fought like men it was fought like monsters.
Ever since the Naryans learned how to use the cannons and tankers from the Arian that was apprehended,
the battlefield changed forever.
Commander Blackwell stood at the front lines, watching the smoke rise.
After some time, both sides drew back
a retreat not of peace, but exhaustion.
They returned to their camps,
preparing themselves for what the war had become.
The war wasn't like before anymore.
Nothing was.
Commander Blackwell gave an order, his voice heavy and quiet:
"All remaining soldiers… write down your names. Your ages. Your families."
And so they did.
Many of them wrote their names,
and one of the soldiers was given a horse to ride
a symbol of home.
Everyone dropped something valuable,
something that belonged to them,
to be sent back to their families.
That was how the famous team known as the Unlocking Seven was formed:
Edwin, age 14
Ema, age 15
Thomas, age 15
Twilight, age 13
Daria, age 14
Lady Gaga, age 25
Commander Blackwell, age 27
Most of the names written carried nothing
no family, no home, no place to return to.
Only one of them had a promise waiting beyond the smoke: Thomas.
He swore he would go back to his sister.
He swore he wouldn't die like his father,
and wouldn't vanish like his mother.
But as the war continued,
two names were forgotten.
The topic was brought up by Edwin,
who tried to restore the spirit, the honor,
and the motive of the Naryan soldiers.
He raised his voice to the wind:
"I know we are going to win this war!
We've already dragged them down equal to equal!
This war is ours! The Kingdom of Naryan and its people deserve this honor!
Let us fight to go back home!"
He was just a boy,
yet he spoke like a man like a soldier like an army within himself.
But before his voice could fade, Ema interrupted him.
She remembered something everyone had forgotten.
"Zero and Aria," she said softly.
"Where are they?
Since we started this war, I thought I would see them on the battlefield…
but I haven't seen them since the time Merlin chased us out of the forest."
Thomas spoke next, his voice uncertain.
"Yeah… I thought I'd see them too. But I haven't. Not once."
Rowan crossed his arms, staring at the ground.
"Are we even sure they're all right? Or… are they already dead?"
Twilight shook his head.
"We need to stay positive.
You know Zero his height is as strong as his heart.
He's fast, fearless… he's not afraid of death."
But Lady Gaga's calm words were cut off by Daria, who spoke sharply:
"And Aria? She's shy, afraid
she even fears the gun she carries!
Do you really think she's still alive?
If Zero's alive, she'll only slow him down… and they'll die together!"
The air went still.
Then, Commander Blackwell spoke.
His tone was calm too calm like the edge of a blade sliding into silence.
"Enough," he said.
"Shut up, all of you.
There's no time for this. Look at your shoes they're worn, torn, done.
And you're worried about two others who aren't even here."
His voice grew lower, almost trembling beneath the weight of pain.
"We have lost a man of honor.
We have lost many soldiers who have fallen.
And still, you speak of two children who may already be gone…"
The words cut deep.
Not because they were cruel
but because they were true.
And under that cold, gray sky,
the silence that followed was louder than war itself.