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![Never before has a wedding seemed so much like a fairy tale. Since we're storytellers, let's pretend:
Abigail was promised to Domingo at birth. Their parents are leaders of neighboring countries, but proximity doesn't always mean camaraderie.
You see, the two bloodlines have warred for centuries, each fighting to claim the bounty that flows from the river that separates them. Money and goods pour in, money and goods pour out. Whomever controls the river controls the economy.
Diego, Domingo's father, lost both his brothers during a brutal siege of their waterside fort many years back.
Abigail's father, Arnold, lost his only brother in the same attack. All men involved were dying and fighting a war that was started by men they had never and would never meet, a war which would most likely never end during their generation. Especially if they kept going as they were, negotiating through force instead of collaboration.
As it happened, both Arnold and Diego were soon to become fathers, both wives' heavily with child. The royal babies were born by the light of a full moon at midnight on the eve of Easter, a holy day for the countries. Arnold and Diego each held their newborn babes, one a girl, the other a boy, and stared into the raging river guarding their palaces. They could not see each other, for the river was too wide and the night too dark, but something compelled both men outside. Something compelled these fierce warriors to gently swaddle their newborns and seek out the river. The source of their countries' pain.
Listening to the crashing water, the men were struck with the same revelation at the same time: the river was not the source. The source was them.
The war had started for greed and continued through their own pride.
[Story continued in comments]](https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.29350-15/348686271_933254584560061_8645243989365476413_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiQ0FST1VTRUxfSVRFTS5iZXN0X2ltYWdlX3VybGdlbi5DMyJ9&_nc_ohc=Ik6qv7YlAncQ7kNvwF_tPLr&_nc_oc=Adm6pTslYwZ4SY7slfRuyifD6qHuxgkUxu_2i7LRwgZsFsc4lmss0eHCziiqjDsL7PI&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=0N9jyxs2u2Y7pWYxgLfTMA&oh=00_AfgBbDcOWSLZcsA8rcbyYHgNYtY0wnK5i8HwRhae7G_dSA&oe=69260B6A)
![Never before has a wedding seemed so much like a fairy tale. Since we're storytellers, let's pretend:
Abigail was promised to Domingo at birth. Their parents are leaders of neighboring countries, but proximity doesn't always mean camaraderie.
You see, the two bloodlines have warred for centuries, each fighting to claim the bounty that flows from the river that separates them. Money and goods pour in, money and goods pour out. Whomever controls the river controls the economy.
Diego, Domingo's father, lost both his brothers during a brutal siege of their waterside fort many years back.
Abigail's father, Arnold, lost his only brother in the same attack. All men involved were dying and fighting a war that was started by men they had never and would never meet, a war which would most likely never end during their generation. Especially if they kept going as they were, negotiating through force instead of collaboration.
As it happened, both Arnold and Diego were soon to become fathers, both wives' heavily with child. The royal babies were born by the light of a full moon at midnight on the eve of Easter, a holy day for the countries. Arnold and Diego each held their newborn babes, one a girl, the other a boy, and stared into the raging river guarding their palaces. They could not see each other, for the river was too wide and the night too dark, but something compelled both men outside. Something compelled these fierce warriors to gently swaddle their newborns and seek out the river. The source of their countries' pain.
Listening to the crashing water, the men were struck with the same revelation at the same time: the river was not the source. The source was them.
The war had started for greed and continued through their own pride.
[Story continued in comments]](https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.29350-15/348686271_933254584560061_8645243989365476413_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_e35_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=7-5&_nc_sid=18de74&efg=eyJlZmdfdGFnIjoiQ0FST1VTRUxfSVRFTS5iZXN0X2ltYWdlX3VybGdlbi5DMyJ9&_nc_ohc=Ik6qv7YlAncQ7kNvwF_tPLr&_nc_oc=Adm6pTslYwZ4SY7slfRuyifD6qHuxgkUxu_2i7LRwgZsFsc4lmss0eHCziiqjDsL7PI&_nc_zt=23&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&edm=ANo9K5cEAAAA&_nc_gid=0N9jyxs2u2Y7pWYxgLfTMA&oh=00_AfgBbDcOWSLZcsA8rcbyYHgNYtY0wnK5i8HwRhae7G_dSA&oe=69260B6A)








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