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Chapter 1
Prologue
The humans were split: east and west,
Divided by hate and prejudice,
Until the goblins attacked from on high.
Unite and defend, or their kingdoms would die.
All hope was lost as the horde advanced on.
The cities were taken, resistance near gone.
Then, from the north, the fairies descended,
Riding great beasts, they slew and defended.
The people emboldened, pressed back and they killed,
Pushing goblins toward forests and desolate hills.
The wall was erected to keep evil at bay,
The sunlight burned hot, and peace reigned that day.
The fairies crowned kings, and the ancients withdrew,
The countries once separate, now reeling, they knew,
The only way was to be forever united
But discussions were hard, and passions ignited.
Now only the friendship of princes gave hope,
That one day, when kings, their unity would grow.
Now married with children, a betrothal they planned.
The prince and the princess would save the whole land.
Chapter 2
Discussions
Killian
Hehadpreparedforthis.
Killian straightened his quill, shifted his parchment, and pulled back his shoulders, always sure to keep his face stoic but polite. He swallowed back the nerves that were clambering up his throat, reminding him of what had happened last time. But today would be different. Today, his father would call on him to speak. The gentle murmurs of the nobles buzzed around him, indiscernible as he read through his proposal again. His hand trembled with each beat of his heart against his rib cage.
The scrape of the opening door brought everyone to their feet as King Harolt strode into the room. His boots boomed across the wooden floor to the large table where the nobles had gathered. He took his time, surveying the group of advisors. The servants stood frozen, barely breathing from their places along the walls. With a nod, he took his seat, and the rest followed with the susurrus of fine clothes and the squeak of chairs.
“Thank you all for joining me on such short notice to address the drought threatening Norwood’s upcoming harvest. Reports claim Acacia suffers the same, with wildfires taking hold on the other side of the Spires. We meet to solve this problem today.” His father—the king—raised his glass. “I come to serve the people.”
Killian and the nobles raised their own goblets, replying as one, “We come to serve the king.”
