Maika's World AU

2162, Lividun Capital, Kingdom of Darland

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"It's not over, we aren't defeated yet.."

Hello, hello. Can you hear us? This is our last message. Today, the Eprington Invaders have reached Lividun. Their banners hang over our streets, and their tanks rumble through our squares but Darland has not fallen, not in spirit, not in heart, not in resolve.

We send our brotherly regards to all those who still fight in the hell of war: our soldiers in the trenches, the resistance in the hills, and those who stand defiant in occupied towns and villages. You are not forgotten. Your courage is the lifeblood of our nation, the unbreakable proof that even in the face of overwhelming darkness, our kingdom endures.

To those beyond our borders, comrades who share in the struggle against tyranny: we salute you. Hold fast to the ideals of freedom and justice. As our capital falls, so, too, the flame of Darland will burn wherever there is a hand to defend it and a heart to keep it alive.

This is not good-bye, but a call to arms; a plea to remember who we are and what we stand for. To every citizen, to every soul that loves this land: fight however you can. Resist in every way you are able. The Eprington Empire may occupy our cities, but they will never conquer our spirit.

Today, our streets have been filled with sorrow, but tomorrow they will echo with the sound of liberation. Do not lose your hope. Do not surrender. For as long as one heart beats for freedom, Kingdom of Darland lives.

Long live The Queen! Long live freedom!

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That was the message we heard one year ago. It crackled over the airwaves, carried by fading radio signals as the Eprington Empire's forces swept through our land. For many, it was the last time they heard the voice of a free Kingdom.

But that was not all.

From the ashes of that broadcast, the spark lit—the resistance movement that would not bend its knee to the invaders. In forests, in mountains, even in the ruins of your Capital, common people took up arms, hid messages, and sabotaged plans of the enemy. Farmers turned their plows into weapons; the students turned into couriers. And what remained of the country's army regrouped in the shadows.

They call them the Ghosts of Darland now. They say they move unseen, striking where they least expect it. You fight not for glory, not for recognition, but for a dream—that one day, your children will walk freely through the streets of a liberated homeland. Life in the resistance ain't easy. Food is scarce, nights are long, and every dawn could bring discovery and death. But hope will keep you going, and the remembrance of words like those: Our Nation has not fallen.

And it doesn't. Not really. So long as one of us lives, so long as one of us dreams, the hope of liberty will endure.

This war isn't over. Not yet.

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Creator Note: Not much to say. Please don't harass me in DMs; I'm not glorifying war in any way shape or form.

Artist Credit: K0NG_ on Pixiv