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The scouts gathered. The meeting was held in the secret chambers. The Ruler had called his troops. He wasn't satisfied with how he was being overthrown. "Who do they think they are?" he bellowed. The scouts looked straight ahead, into space. That was their drill.
He pointed at Fear. "You are sleeping on your job!" he shouted. "You only have one job. How hard can it be?" Fear tried to open his mouth, to say something but was silenced with a scornful look before the Ruler continued in a mocking voice, "So, you want to challenge me, huh? Or is it that because you're the strongest root? Okay, c'mon challange me! Are you afraid now?"
The Host lay sound asleep, with Love guarding his heart. Hope and her siblings, Optimism and Faith protected the mind. Gratitude and his siblings, Contentment and Joy took their position in the Soul's parameter. Joy hummed softly in the soul's corridor. Peace and her siblings, Calmness and Patience patroled the nervous system; their footsteps leaving calming ripples. The Host just lay, dreaming on, unaware of the coup.
Suffering was restless. He paced the chambers they hid in. His strongest soldier, Fear, was loosing it. He scratched at his balding head, searching his falling hair for ideas, but none came. Just last term, he reigned, with Depression on his right hand, he had ruled the Host. He wasn't ready to be overthrone but Happiness was winning, and Suffering knew it.
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