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Dumbekolobwe

African Strand soldiers marched into Dumbekolobwe to look for any remains of people, buildings, or really anything that was destroyed in the gas. People emerged from places like under rubble, in buildings, or even from the lake. The African Strand soldiers took every one of them and brought them to the newly-set hospital. Thousands of patients were treated. Injuries from burns to skin conditions were being treated.

The African Strand rose the flag above the capital, and it was done. The Central Osean Republic was being revived under the name of the African Strand. Pain and bloodshed weren't shared. In fact, the African Strand was embraced. Soldiers now played games with locals, and even played soccer with local children. Once again, soldiers swept into the Central Osean Republic. However, these weren't hostile.

Ängelllefteå, Vetvick

The ferry across the sea for the caravan was about to leave. They would pass through the Arctic Ocean slightly into the port of Nuuk. The ferry roared to life. Isaac led the caravan to their quarters. They were each promised two beds in the quarters for the 18 hours of travel. They would have to go around three of the islands of Union of Austria-Hungary, and the Tohruian Kingdom. They would stop nowhere and at no point before they reached Kanginiarfik.

The ferry roared to life as the crowd moved to their quarters. Isaac paced in the room thinking about everything. He turned on the television. He sat on his bed, and he got underneath the covers. This was the first bed he had been on in months. Isaac dozed off and drifted to sleep. He dreamed of the new life and the new neighborhood for Zyfaqir he was promised. The neighborhood would include a restaurant, a few homes, and a Nosqae.

Hours passed and the ship was about to land in the docks of Nuuk. Isaac packed up his things and got on the bow of the ship. He called for the caravan and led them off when the ship stopped in the port. He got off and led them downtown and across to their new neighborhood. A wealthy family was at the market and the girl noticed him. She had such blonde hair that it could be white. The dress on her was blue. She had mittens as well.

Isaac caught her eye as well and waved lightly. The girl blushed as she waved back. Isaac kept walking. He led the caravan to their new town. The flag of Central Osean Republic waved. Then, the flag of Kanginiarfik and the flag of the Kanginiarfikic Nosqae. The people got settled in their homes and Isaac got settled in his. As a fourteen-year-old, he felt it was cool to live alone. He thought about his parents. How they were left under the rubble and piles of bodies in COR. He thought of his sister as he unpacked a picture.

He touched her face on the picture. "I couldn't seem to die," he mumbled. He decided to head into town again. Isaac went to the marketplace to pick up food as he ran into the girl. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he panicked. The girl waved her hair. "No worries," she said. They locked eyes. The girl blushed again. Then, her parents took her. "We don't mess around with these street rats," they said. The girl looked at him and waved bye. She looked like she was about to cry. Isaac lowered his head as he waved bye.

Then, he ran into the Zyfaqir Holy Leader. He was shocked. "Layadh Mbalakwe?" he exclaimed. The Layadh smiled. "You did it, son. You led a new generation out of hell," he smiled more. Isaac embraced him. He wasn't done. "Isaac, your bravery has shown me that someone so young could be as holy as you. I am now pronouncing you Layadh of the Kanginiarfik Chapter of Zyfaqir. I'm proud of you, son," he said. Isaac smiled broadly and hugged Mbalakwe. The crowd that heard it cheered and clapped and shook Isaac's hand.

Then, the news of a house visit was given