totalnoob

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

PeaceMaker

"Haha," Dominic chuckled, handing the paper back to Feline, "as expected of our strategist. How many men do you have?"


"Not that much… only 10,000 because we planned to enhance the army we already have out here rather than be the army ourselves," Feline replied, hiding the fact that they had only planned for 2000 people at first.


Dominic hesitated for a moment before beginning the next question, "...how about Boris?" He asked nervously, "is he o-"


"YOUR MAJESTY!" Someone yelled, grabbing Dominic's attention. "YOUR MAJESTY! TROUBLE AT THE FRONT LINES!"


Dominic's head turned to the soldier in alarm, "What is it?!" He asked sternly.


"The enemies have launched a big attack and have lots of men down, we need whatever help we can have right now," the soldier reported. 


Dominic turned to Litian and gave a little nod, then back to Feline, "when do you think we should move forward?"


"Move..forward?" Feline asked, unable to comprehend her prince's question.


ATTACK!