May be disturbing for younger ages... I do not condone violence The lights flickered. An old man sat in a chair, handcuffed to an interrogation chair. The interrogator faced the old man, glaring at him. "Let's see here." the interrogator said, looking at some files, "Your name, at least according to this file is Polus. It seems you were brought in by one of our operatives, and caught with numerous fake passports. Passports to countries even such as Stakraine, New Tundra, and oh wow- even the USVA! My my, you are indeed a professional." "If you were not a servant of Mothos, I'd be flattered." Polus replied. "Anyways," the interrogator replied, clearing his throat, "Professional you may be, but you were caught in the end." Polus said nothing. "Now then Mr. Polus, you should tell me everything you know. After all, you are indeed the Last Sogranist warrior. Besides you are only mere gangsters who are of no consequence." Polus laughed darkly. "What's so funny?" the interrogator asked. "You ain't getting nothing out of me." Polus replied. "And why is that?" the interrogator asked. But before another word could be said, explosions resounded, and the entire room shook. "I am not the last Sogranist." Polus chuckled. "Guards!" the Interrogator cried, turning away from Polus. A punch struck him from behind, and the Interrogator faceplanted on the ground. The interrogator looked up to see who had done it, and shock consumed him. "Impossible!" he exclaimed. "I have one lesson for you, kid." Polus replied, "Never think mere handcuffs can restrain me." Polus kicked him in the face, and the interrogator was struck unconscious. At that moment, Sogranist soldiers came straight into the room, and picked up the interrogator. "Polus, I am glad you are safe." one of the Sogranists replied. "As I am of yours." Polus bowed. Meanwhile... "Prince Samuel!" a soldier cried. "What is it?" Prince Samuel asked, "I'm kind of busy here." "But sir this cannot wait! Thousands of Sogranists are marching towards the Capital!" the soldier cried. "What!" Samuel exclaimed. "Yes sir, gangs from Trog. They must be teaming up for revenge!" So thus Prince Samuel and his men armed themselves, and they stood upon the balcony of the royal palace. As many as 2,000 Sogranists, with their illegal guns came before the palace. But then, to the surpise of the Prince, they kneeled and dropped their weapons. "Forgive us!" cried their leader. "For our sins against you and the people of Mothron!" "Yes!" the Sogranists cried. "We have sinned! Let us suffer the consequences!" The Prince could not speak, for he simply stared at them, stunned and hardly believing his eyes and ears. From among them came Father Rahma, his eyes set upon the Prince. "It was their idea, oh Prince. For they are truly repentant." Rahma replied. "Our crime is great." the leader replied. "But we will bear the full brunt of the law." But as the Prince looked upon the crowd, he saw not guilty men, but teenagers. "Oh worthy gentlemen." the Prince said, looking upon the crowd, "We will do as you ask. But because of your repentance, and because of the fact that some of you are under age, not a single one of you will receive severe punishment." "Surely you are a good Prince." the leader bowed. "May you rule forever." So thus did 2,000 Sogranists, the children of those who had fought before, surrendered to the government and repented. This has renewed hope for Christianity, for if the gangs can change, could the rest of the Sogranists repent? Is war unnecessary?
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