[ 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 .

`` Mam,'' the man said as he walked into the room. He was keeping his head low to the ground and making sure that he did n't look the spellcaster in the eye, it was a smart move. 
 
 `` Did I tell you to call me Mam?'' the spellcaster asked as she plucked away on her guitar, it was the start to a song that nobody had heard, and she'd only heard it in her head. 
 
 `` No Miss Swift'' he said, `` but the army was asking if you were ready to drop something new. There are rumors that you're switching styles and it's scaring the men.'' 
 
 `` And if I did?'' she asked. The notes she was playing grew faster as she flew her fingers along the neck of the guitar. The magic in the room danced, acting more like electricity than the calm waves she usually played out. 
 
 `` Well, we would just need to know before anything happened. The last thing we want is an attack where our-'' 
 
 `` Do you think that someone would attack us?'' the spellcaster asked. The man swallowed his adam's apple. 
 
 `` There are rumours of large groups coming out of the East. The speak old Korean, but they use their numbers to create powerful spells.'' 
 
 `` Does that sound like my problem?'' Taylor asked. She was playing with something in her head that would change the way that the country world fought. Luke had already been bringing the hard-hitting offense of rock to their forces. 
 
 `` If we're going to go on campaign it's going to be,'' the man said, `` we need you on our side or it's going to be a disaster.'' 
 
 `` You're right,'' she started, `` you do need me.'' Taylor accentuated the need part of the sentence. He could hear the power dripping from the word. Magic was licking at her lips without her needing the sing. 
 
 `` Miss Taylor,'' he said, `` can we at least count on you to show up if something goes on, I know it's a creative process but we do need a concert.'' 
 
 `` Sure sure,'' she said. Taylor kept playing her new song, and the man kept wondering what it was. 
 
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 The Pop forces from Asia attacked the next morning. For the first three hours it was a slaughter. Despite the power that had been built up in the core of Country in the Americas they could n't fight against the sheer power that was coming out of the main groups. 
 
 First the slow country forces needed to drop their barriers, abandoning their troops to the electric magic of Pop. Fast lyrics with words nobody could speak tore through the forces. Battle after battle changed from a conflict to a rout. Like the old days of Admiral Yi, the K-Pop forces ripped through defensive line after defensive line. 
 
 Though it all Taylor was sitting in her room, still playing the same song that she'd been working on the day before. Her eyes were wide but shut. They were gazing into something that the rest of the world could n't see. Retainers were sent in to rouse her, but it was n't until the case drum of K-Pop shook the foundation of her tower that she finally stood. 
 
 Taylor walked wordlessly, it was bold of the Koreans to attack like this. Everyone knew that Taylor was the songstress that crushed all others. She acted surprised when people said that about her, but she wore a smirk that betrayed her confidence. She did n't just think she was strong enough, she knew that she was strong enough. 
 
 She walked out of the door to her tower and was staring down a massive force. Where she had expected twenty players working in unison she saw hundreds. They stared her down and the resounding K-pop died. Silence fell for the first time in the invasion. A simple song like that would n't be any use against a songstress like Taylor, she was passively stronger than it. 
 
 Taylor pulled her guitar off of her back and put it on her knee. The opposing army waited for the smooth pounding of country to begin, and they were ready for it. Taylor had other plans. 
 
 The song that she'd been playing in her head started to escape through her flying fingers. It was n't passive of calm, it was aggressive and quick. It was something that people had n't seen from the Singer of the South; They were ready for her waves, not lightning. They were Shaken Off before noon even cracked the sky.
