The land of the Alke was once a prosperous one. Although the cities were built on sand, they were built strong and tall, made to last many, many years to come.
However, such plans could only truly be implemented if the higher order continued to rule in the same way.
After the final emperor of Alke decided to switch from feudalism to democracy, the land should have prospered further, even the poorer should’ve been well. So much good should’ve happened.
However, after the passing of the emperor, the higher leaders grew greedy. Of his three sons, all had each formed an allyship with a higher political party and strove to reclaim the highest order, and reestablish a monarchy.
It took a feud that lasted many years before they got what they wanted. The nation was divided into sectors, each ruled by a different king. However, even with the lesser kings, there stood one who reigned supreme.
The recently deceased emperor’s cunning and ambitious steward, had foreseen the travesty and stole the largest slice of the cake first.
As such, the land of Alke was stuck under the cruel and greedy hand of the deceased emperor’s head steward. And each city had to follow the steward–now emperor–’s will, as well as that of their princes turned kings.
The taxes for each household, independent of how much they actually made, was incredibly high for a commoner. The fact that there was an increase per king was to satisfy their own greed.
The wealthier people, like the merchants and old nobles who still had their fortunes, had no issue paying the annual “six
However, the commoners had no such way to do so. Some even had to go as far as selling their children as slaves in order to afford to live in their houses another year.
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And gold standard was expensive, so he had to get the money the only way he knew how, by exploiting the subjects.
The former crown prince was despised by almost everyone in his city.
The poor were forced to make up the sum unless they wanted to be robbed by the rebels that coincidentally only ever came when they needed to get rid of an enemy of the king.
The ex-crown prince was incredibly greedy, sure, but he could restrain himself when it came to immaterial desires.
However, the second prince was much harsher. He was a man of few words, and he valued martial prowess above all else.
Every household had to send at least one son to serve the nation’s military, and if not a son then they had to send a father, and if neither of those, a daughter or mother would do.
He did, however, draw the line at the incredibly elderly. Any grandparents weren’t sent, and neither were newly nursing mothers, young children or those deemed unable. Fathers and mothers who were aged were spared also.
The second prince was harsh, sure, but he knew that some things were going too far, and he always paused before overstepping.
In fact, although he was so strict with the martial law of his city, he still protected his citizens and nigh never forced their hands so long as they obeyed that one.
He was the most favoured amongst the new kings, for his rule was fair and his abilities strong. Afterall, a capable king could lead his subjects to a new age, and this one had established strong transport lines with Hua land, Dew land and Raustra land, which was more closed off as a nation.
The capable king continued in his efforts to protect his people, leading his singular city into a better tomorrow.
Finally, the last king, the youngest prince, had naught of the might of his second brother, nor the greedy capabilities of his first brother.
He was simply cruel. His citizens were left impoverished under his rule, many had perished under the harsh desert conditions without any food or water. He took as he wished, not feeling the slightest guilty regardless of who the victim was.
He was a concupiscent man, often led to make decisions with his dick. On the one day he’d taken an actual walk through his streets in order to brag himself to the heavens to his visiting second brother.
That very day, he saw her.
A tall woman, with long hair the same colour as the gold that lined his palace, that broke into beautiful curls towards the ends.
She was unusually pale for an Alkean, he’d noticed. Paired with the proud way she carried herself despite being nothing but a peasant, he was instantly enamoured.
Naturally, the lustful king approached her, with the intention to take her as a concubine. He still felt that only a noble was worth to be his wife, but how could he let such beauty go? So he resigned to keeping her in his largest bedroom beside his own, instead.
Who would’ve that he’d only just approached her before she shot him down, caressing her stomach nonchalantly every so often.
The second prince knew instantly that she was carrying, and that his younger brother was close to throwing a fit after the blatant rejection.
The third prince was livid, this wanton whore had made him lose face in front of his brother!
No matter how beautiful she was, such crimes would not go unpunished!
So, he waited for his brother’s visit to be over. And the damned idiot wouldn’t leave for weeks! Even if he was so leisurely, others weren’t!
When the second prince finally had to leave, duty called, he warned his younger brother against any foolish actions. Actions had consequences, he’d reiterated many times before finally departing.
The elder’s words of wisdom went in through one ear and out the other as he arranged a trap for the female, capturing her swiftly and locking her in one of his dungeons.
When he realised she was married with a child in her stomach, he sent an entire group of rebels to take them out.
The rebels had followed the orders perfectly. What they failed to do, however, was also defeat the young Amari who had left to run an errand for his grandpapa.
The boy, maybe six or seven years of age, returned to witness the aftermath of the massacre of his family. He resolved then to defeat his debtor, who owed him the lives of his family.
He only realised that his mother had been alive a while longer when he saw her being executed publicly before the throne, and his pure-hearted animosity for the third prince grew to the point of creating a heart demon for the young boy who hadn’t even realised he had an earth single root.
Someone from behind him covered up the young boy’s eyes, which had been filled with hate, with calloused hands.
Before he could identify them, he’d already been sent to the gates of the Ethereal Sand Sect, the largest righteous sect in the country.
That night, he’d taken a Shizun of his own, the master of the small puppet master peak.
Before he drifted to sleep from pure fatigue for the first time in weeks that evening, he resolved to make him pay. To make them all pay!
brain hurt much stupid
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Thank you for the chapter!
I’m confused but I feel like this is a background of someone’s 👀❤️
Who’s back story is this-
love the story. but it needs some editing to make sore plot moves smoothly and concisely with no contradictions.
need character guide keep getting people mixed up.
fanart for people in the story would be nice.