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dejectedly.
    “Take
heart, my good fellow. These crimes will not go unpunished. I need you to help
prepare for war. It is clear that the elves are fighting amongst each other at
the very least. I hereby promote you to the rank of captain, and your first set
of orders is to organize the troops and explain what has happened. Then, take
the army to the borderlands and wait for me there. I am going to go and recruit
the other tribes; we have been divided for too long. We are going to require
their numbers if we are to put an end to our wicked neighbors,” the chief
explained determinedly.
    “Thank
you, sir!” snapped the new captain. “We will be ready and in position by noon
three days from now.”
    “I
will be back in no time at all. I sense that the time has come for the giants
to rise to the occasion as one nation and not as five tribes. Be ready. We will
push our enemy until they break or are wiped from the face of Tuwa!  Go!”
ordered the chief.
    “May
the gods be with you, Chief!” saluted Captain Galen.
     
    The
army under the command of Captain Galen stood like statues along the border
between the Black Forest and the Burien Lands. There were banners waving in the
gentle breeze some thirty feet in the air. The average height of a soldier in
Chief Angus’s army was thirteen feet. The wall of fully armored soldiers was an
impressive sight to behold. The sun glinted and shimmered off of their helms,
chest plates, and weapons. There was nothing more frightening than a giant with
a sword the size of a man. As the minutes passed, the ground beneath the stoic
soldiers began to shake slightly. Galen pushed through the lines to get a look
at what was making the noise behind him. There appeared to be a dust storm
kicking up behind them. He strained his eyes to get a better look and noticed
that what he mistook for a storm were the combined armies of the other four
tribes. They were not marching in their direction; they were running.
    Within
minutes the sea of giants, were right in front of him, standing still like the
soldiers under his command. Not one of them looked at the captain, and no one
said anything at all. Silence had come over this awe-inspiring gathering of
these towering creatures. The captain was so consumed in his shock and
disbelief that he had not noticed that the five chiefs were standing at the
front of the combined armies. It looked as though they were about to make a
speech.
    “You
are gathered here on this historic day to witness the birth of a unified giant
nation. After serious discussion, I have been appointed to be the first king of
the giants,” boomed King Angus. Cheers and shouts of approval rang through the
clear sky.
    “We
have retained the division of the tribes for the purposes of organizing the
army. I have been appointed to be the general of the army of Angus,” explained
General Lang. More shouts of approval echoed through the air as he made this
declaration.
    “I
am the commander of the warriors and will lead them into battle,” explained
Commander Gerodi.
    “And
I am the commander of the artillery division,” piped up Commander Boaz.
    “I
have appointed Lord Marcello to be the head of my guard and to lead the siege
warriors,” said the king with a booming voice. A collective chill went down the
spines of everyone gathered around. Lord Marcello was the only giant who had
the command of magic. He stepped into view at this introduction, gripping a
staff that was the size of a small sapling.
    “Look!”
shouted Captain Galen as he pointed to the southern part of the Black Forest.
Smoke began to fill the air, and flames shot so high into the air that they
could see clearly that the forest had caught fire.
    King
Angus took this opportunity to explain in detail what had happened thus far,
and he also explained what they had found out about what was going on in the
forest. They knew that there was a large army of wicked elves preparing to
attack in the north and an enormous army