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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

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The Flag

Hours before the meeting, the sounds of horse hooves could be heard, accompanied by the clattering of carts and muffled yells of people. The aids from the kingdom had arrived.

Desilva's ears perked up at the sounds and looked up from her unfinished piece of clothing, her eyes widening when she noticed a cloud of dust in the distance and shadows of figures. Quickly, she dropped her cloth and reached for the whistle hung around her neck then rose it up to her lips and blew with all her strength. 

'TWEEEEEEEEEEEE' it rang out, a signal to gear up for an approaching group of unidentified figures.

She dropped the whistle and stood up from her seat, grabbing a spear and walking towards the entrance of the camp. It was November 10, the day the supply from the kingdom came in, but you could never be too careful. Approaches made by ambushers also came the same way.