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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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256 Chs

HE'S BACK!!!

MONTHS BEFORE 

Boris sat down on Dominic's chair, and like all the days before, swiveled around to face the kingdom's sights. A wide blue sky dotted with light clouds, long streets down before that stretched out in channels, and tiny dots of people shuffling about and going about their daily schedules. 

He looked up at the sigh and let out a long sigh, it was another long day for him. Just like the others before this and the more to come.

After staring for a few minutes, he sucked in a deep breath and turned back to the table to the pile of work that sat before him in a heavy pile and the long and thin quill that sat in the corner. It was funny how he was supposed to use such a weak pen to complete all of that work but every time he used the pen, it reminded him of himself. A person from the streets amongst those trained for royalty.