The town of Wimington grew up in the shadow of Glastercher.  The two co-existed for very many years until the one absorbed the other and the other was no more.

This is the way it had always been.

As Glastercher grew and grew it grew beyond its ability to sustain itself and, finally, the time came when it could sustain itself no more.  Poverty was followed by starvation which led to anarchy and civil war in which only one particular set of people was allowed there to stand.  United in their devotion to themselves they decided to split the city in two.  The larger would be called Glastercher, as was the usual case, and the smaller called Winington.

Such is as it was and had always been.

Soon, however, and not beyond the plan as defined in repetition, the smaller Winington grew again in the shadow of the larger and more prosperous – by law of course – metropolis of Glastercher.  This cycle though involved the revival of the war allowance as the elders of the smaller Winington were allowed to state a position of antagonism against the larger Glastercher.  Both declared a state of alarm and gathered the citizens to form the necessary armies.  The armies were in due course armed and a state of battle preparations was then declared.  All of course via proper administrative order as established long ago.

A line of contact was determined and the armies called to form and lay down their arms and then attack.  This was done but in the ensuing confusion the citizen-soldiers of either side showed rather poor judgment and turned upon themselves and were, in quite short order, defeated. 

Peace treaties were signed, monuments erected, and medals awarded.  The dead were properly buried with the right amount of ceremony and the living went on to do what they did best. 

It took many years as it had every time before until both cities had recovered enough to grow once more.  Again Glastercher outpaced Winington, swallowed it whole before swallowing itself and splitting again in two with Wipington subsequently formed as the new old city.

And so it went and went until one year in the middle of the mutual destruction cycle there arose a hero of sorts who decided that the town of Witington should not turn and kill itself but would, instead, stand and advance to kill Glastercher.  It took some doing for this hero of a man to convince his fellow Witingtonites but convince them he eventually did do.  Such was the nature of the man and the sign of the new times.

Glastercher was quickly and easily routed, fighting itself at the same time that Witington was also fighting it and it was anyway too confused to really know the difference.  After all there were no uniforms by which the contrast between friendly foe and foely friend might be known.  Order did not lead to chaos so all was done quite neatly and with military precision.

After the initial shock of the situation had faded the two sides were reunited again as a single city but this time with the name Wivington.  Glastercher was no more.  The hero of men was knighted and made monarch of all and for the very first time in the old tale of the two cities there was peace but no longer a purpose beyond what was seen.

It was declared that this was to be the new way of what would from then on always be.  All properly declared of course by order of the king.