[ WP ] Magic is discovered and it 's channeled with music . Modern nations dissolve and new countries rise in their place divided by the preferred music . In the frozen north lie the Metal kingdoms . Far to the south are the countries of Soul etc .

The Rhythm filled me. The Rhythm filled us all. 
 
 We were invincible. Arrows stopped at arm's length, before falling to the ground in front of me. 
 
 The war drums filled my ears and flooded my body. All the earth followed the rhythm. The beat pushed us onwards. Each resounding boom was a command. *Charge. Fight. Win. * Arrows flew back and forth overhead. It did n't matter. No one would die in this battle until one side or the other lost the rhythm. That was how wars were fought, and that was how wars were won. Destroy the beat, you destroyed the entire army. 
 
 I could hear the hideous sounds of the sawtooth instruments of our enemy. It was impure and wretched. Our empire had adopted the drums of war. We did not require melody. Every man knew the Rhythm, and that was our strength. 
 
 I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. I absorbed the Rhythm, and it became me. My heart beat to the Rhythm. I fought to the Rhythm. Every step, every blow, every parry, was directed to the Rhythm. 
 
 The ground shook. To one side of us it began to crack and roar. The earth spewed out fire upon the enemy, and their screams and wails only joined our Rhythm. Such was the power of the drum. 
 
 My squadron and I charged forwards. Perfect unison. I raised my shield to block the blow of an enemy solider. Even if I had n't, he could n't kill me. I was completely invincible. I should have stumbled to the ground long ago in exhaustion. This battle had gone on far too long. I swung my sword low, to his knees, and he leapt back. I saw my chance. I surged forwards, slamming my shield against his chest. He grunted, eyes widening.He collapsed beneath me. His heart stopped. He had lost his rhythm. 
 
 I focused on the Rhythm, trying to block out the rhythms of the enemy. They faded down to almost nothing, and I once more began my assault. I could hear our Rhythm speeding up. A dangerous tactic, to be sure. It could easily cause your entire army to lose the protection of the beat, but it, when used properly, could easily catch the other side off guard, causing them to fall, revoked of their powers. 
 
 It worked. I could see hundreds of them collapse from exhaustion, trampled beneath the tidal forces of both armies. 
 
 I caused many men to lose their rhythm that day. Each one got to feel the cold bite of my sword deep in their chests. 
 
 The Rhythm sped up. Sometimes it slowed. But every time I faithfully followed where it led me. 
 
 Then, there was nothing. Where I expected the boom of the drums, there was only silence. We fought as one, and now we fell as one. Our heart stopped. 
 
 They had stopped our Rhythm. 
 
 I could feel the darkness closing in. 
 
 Weakly, I gripped my sword. 
 
 With all my strength, I pounded it against my shield 
 
 *Bang. * 
 
 I closed my eyes, expecting to die. But then, I heard another clang of sword against shield. 
 
 Then another. 
 
 And another. 
 
 The Rhythm had died 
 
 But now we made a new song. 
 
 And we rose again. 
 
 As one. 
 
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 I know I'm kinda late to the party, but this was what came to mind when I read this prompt. I know it's not exactly what the prompt was asking for.: P 
 
 Let me know what you think!
