An// really sorry if its boring // i hope you stay!

The sound of a trumpet blaring interrupted the otherwise weirdly quiet sunrise of the Savorian Kingdom. The ambassador of a rival kingdom, Sodapolis, had traveled to Savoria to deliver a message of war from the ruler of Sodapolis, Soda Sorcerer. ( read: huge jerk.) The Empress of Savoria, Wintermint Cookie, gave an order to the three generals: Salty Potato, French Fry Soldier, and Warrior Cinnabon. The three generals repeated the order to the Potato Platoon, the French Fry Warriors, and the Cinnamon Archers.

The inner walls of caramel were thickened and hardened to create a strong wall of protection, impenetrable by all weapons. The outer walls grew turrets that were armed by cannons and Cinnamon Archers. The footsoldiers waited tensely outside the walls, waiting for some sign of an attack.

The nobles were waiting inside the innermost wall with the princess, Cute Cupcake, trying to calm her down.

The citizens were also inside the innermost wall, going about life but there was also a look of fear on every face. The war was looming closer. Wintermint Cookie fiddled nervously with her black hair with brown highlights. Her nervous feeling was reflected in her minty green eyes, flecked with light blue.

The three generals, Salty Potato, Warrior Cinnabon, and French Fry Soldier were standing outside, impatiently looking for some sort of sign. Occasionally, one of the generals would twitch a little bit.

Warrior Cinnabon's black hair was in a high ponytail, and her dark onyx eyes darted around, searching the horizon. French Fry Soldier adjusted her helmet, tangling her golden brown hair. Her coppery brown eyes were sweeping across the Soldiers, and occasionally she would bark an order to a cadet.

Salty Potato was polishing her swords, and time to time she would get the diamond-hard polish stuck in her blackish-brown hair, and while she said nothing, you could see the frustration in her cocoa brown eyes.

The old truce, which had protected them for so long, was broken. The Soda Sorcerer shredded the document declaring peace, written by the previous ruler, Dictator Dasani. The Sorcerer wanted more land, more power, more money.