Prologue

"But he who dares not grasp the thorn

Should never crave the rose."

― Anne Bronte

The Rose Kingdom was once considered a paradise for those looking for opportunity and wealth. The Kingdom that seemed to always be kissed by the sun , coated in the smell of fresh foods , spoke with voice of a bustling community , and was hidden by hills of rebel red roses that stretched as far as they eye could see had now become a hell. Its sun kissed shine was now replaced and engulfed in smog. The smell of food had now became the smell of fresh blood and decaying bodies. That proud voice of its bustling community had now become a death scream and a cry for help from dying men.

Those beautiful hills of roses were now bathed in flames. Who knew that this kingdom's greatest enemy would be itself. That night, the Cascade Rebels ,despite their chances of a victory being in great doubt, bravely marched onward over the rose covered hills to do what none dared to. Through the gates they pushed and in the middle of the kingdom would be where the two armies met. In the moment not a sound was made as the two armies studied one another. The hostile vibes were accompanied by the light howl of the wind and then it happened.

The first attack was made and like two tides colliding the armies rushed one another. The light of their magic illuminated the night sky. Every moment and event led them to this day , to this war. To understand the events that led to this war we have to go back three years before this very moment.