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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

"Did I do something wrong sis?" Justin asked, taking a step back from his sister.

"I don't know, did you?" Annabeth cocked her head, her arms rising to her chest and folding.

Justin flinched, he hated that answer the most. It didn't have a clear answer and it forced him to reflect on something that might be the most ridiculous thing or something he did but never realized it was wrong.

"Was it something obvious?" Justin muttered, his voice lowered in case her anger increased when she analyzed the tone of his voice. "Did I do something that's obviously seen as wrong?"

"I don't know, it seems like this entire family has gone blind," Annabeth snapped.

"What?" Annabeth's mother called out from the kitchen, walking out with a plate of food in her hand. She turned to the slave who stood in front of the stove cooking and yelled a command at her before turning back to Annabeth with a frown, "Annabeth Elise Crowly! Watch your mouth!"

Crumbling Family