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// The beginning of a new year 
// Story: Dogs of the Military's Moon or Defenders of Harmony's Sun 
// by karmathewriter 
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Count Ignatius Bronzetail watched over the winter snow of his growing city, one of which he was proud of leading after his father had passed in 997. He looked at the new calendar his staff had put in place and gave a small chuckle with a reassuring smile. "January 1st, 1007. New year, old problems." 

Once the count went back to deal with the paperwork he had on his desk, seeing what kind of issues is there to deal with for the day. The growing thorn of the Kommunistische Partei (Communist party in German) has been giving him some trouble ever since the nation started to grow in the industry. The many crystals found in the mountainous land of Bronzehill have been the nation's primary sconce of income for trading; however, as technology continues to advance many started to put quantity over quality. the very thing that has made Diamond Dogs what they are... Quality

The door to his office opened. Without looking he knew instantly who it was gonna be. His son Barnaby and daughter Margaret. Barnaby was in his early 20's and does share some resemblance of the greyhound of Bronzekruz like his fur. But, his hair is more like his mother Izzy Bones-Iron a silver husky like the soft snow of winter. The daughter takes more of her mother's side, but she does have her father's sapphire-like eyes.

"Good evening father, I hope the paperwork isn't getting too tired for our old man," Barnaby said with a playful smile and a heartful chuckle.

"Barny, you know father tries his best for his country, unlike someone I know," Margret replied with her head being on her side.

"Oh come on sis, you know I'm just messing with him. And can you please stop calling me that it's embarrassing..." Looked at his sister with both calm and a bit of disappointment.

Ignatius chuckled and looked up to them with a fatherly smile for his two children. "It's nice to see you two today, and don't worry about me. I've been doing things like this before you two could walk on two legs." 

Both nodded as they know very well how much effort and to love their father puts into his position of power. "So what are you dealing with now father." The son walked towards the desk to pick up a piece of the paperwork the count has been working on."

"Just the same old thing son, the Kommunistische Partei has been growing ever since he had to resort to became industrialized just so we can keep up with the demands for our crystals. Plus due to the instability of the empire right now many believe we should become independent and place the Nationale union in charge."

"You're talking about the party that thinks dogs are superior correct?" Margret looked with concern, believe that this party could be a potential threat to Bronzehill. 

"The very same, they want to change our ethos. Believing that militarization is the best way to not only provide people with enough jobs for factories but to free the slaves that are still in the diamond mountain." The count looking through the paperwork as he glanced up to his daughter. He was shocked to see her shaken as she was a hound that has taken the ethos of pacifism very seriously and fears that they might want to start a war.

"Saving the slaves from those Bastards I get, but why would they want us to leave the nation. Don't they realized it's because of them we made our home here." Barnaby said with a contemplated look on his face.

"Who knows, but I do know this. Since many hounds here are loyal to the emperor and the Kommunistische Partei just wants a compromise for the working class, one of which I agree on, so if we keep our cool and see the best course of actions to take when we should be fine." Ignatius said with a confident smile and gave them a wink to ease them a bit.

"Now you two should get going, we have an important event coming and I want you two to show real leadership with the civilian populous." After he said that, the two bowed politely halfway as a sign of goodbye. When they left the room the count relaxed for a moment to ease his mind while looking through the window.

"You're gonna be surprised about this one old friend."