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PeaceMaker

The Aucacia Empire had always been a put together kingdom. The commoners relied on their king just like the king relied on his people, there was no rumor the king didn't know about and there was nothing the commoners weren't informed of. It was the perfect give and take relationship a kingdom should always have. But perfect things tend to have greedy eyes watching them. A perfect environment has no worries about sudden attacks. The same peace of mind that gave the kingdom a blanket of comfort was only the only thing that was imperfect and the only thing that should have never gotten out of the castle walls. But evil has its way of breaking down barriers. A perfect environment is a fragile one. The gentle air shrouded in glass, ready to be shattered with the wrong move. One that the greedy hands were ready to take and one that young prince, Dominic, would have the displeasure of witnessing. Now with the passing of the king of the Aucacia kingdom, cracks start to form in the fragile walls protecting the crown and the people ruled by it. With the days of his enthronement around the corner, the growls of hunger from the greedy eyes grown louder. How long can the kingdom stay put together? Who will tip over the shaky foundations of the kingdom? Who will be the PeaceMaker? cover art: Day.n

totalnoob · LGBT+
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256 Chs

Ocean

From the distance, a voice called out to him. A familiar voice, sweet to his ears and pulled him out of the sea he laid at the bottom of. It was dark down there. Dull, bland, numb. Painless. 

He sat there, a shiver running through him as he slowly lifted up from the ocean's floor. He didn't want to. It was warm down there, cold, hot? He didn't know. But he couldn't feel, that was the best part about it. There was nothing but him down there, his body pressed against the ocean flow that he couldn't even feel himself. 

Somehow there he was breathing. Somehow he was living. 

He wished he wasn't. 

Now as he rose to the surface, the aches that he couldn't feel started to claw at him. Tiny scratches, tiny whispers, tiny pinches that grew into throbbing. Tiny clawing that soon dug into his skin. 

He hated it. He wanted to sink back down to the ground. There there was nothing, there it was bland, there it was black. Numb. 

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