New flags

There were new flags flying, slow-stitched and unique. You couldn't rally under them on a battlefield or dress in their colours – they were all the colours, made to clothe all who were in rags. On the third night, a boy with blood on his boots climbed the city gate and tied the old flag there with his bootlaces. But that flag was everyone's, too, and it soon grew flowers and feathers and threads in every shade.