until the sword decides our fate

Chapter 1

We live in a world where we flee the sword and use words instead, an uneffective technique that we like to believe in. We imagine peace as some sort of ideal state of mind every human should know. We even imagine that heaven is a peaceful perfect place that would know no sign of war. Ironically all of those beliefs are ignored when it comes to land or money.
And here is a story of a world that is unknown to all of us, where ten kingdoms faced each other, every single one of them hating the other. In order to keep the peace, they divided the world equally. They now knew ten kingdoms each having its own desert, valley, mountain, sea...
Harmas, Lewish, Flowok, Karkaz, Stazel, Layland, Malis, Elioane, Caliander and Zaklin were the names of the kingdom. Past wars provoked many conflicts between them, but after a long time, they learned to live next to each other without wars. But peace isn't permanent...
An explorer from Zaklin, named Timothy was walking outside of his kingdom with eight riders, they first traveled through the valley that separates Zaklin from Malis, it was kept inhabited to keep Space between these two nations that hated each other. Guards from Malis were on the borders of the valley looking at these explorers from Zaklin, getting ready to attack if they felt the need too. Timothy and his company ignored them and they kept their horses walking. Valley after valley, mountain after the other, days after days of walking, their eyes landed on a land, one as big as a Kingdom, that wasn't to any of the ten known ones. Even though they wanted to continue their journey and explore, according to the laws formed to keep the peace, they were not allowed to. They ran home telling their king how they found a land that wasn't there before. It was obviously for them a gift from God.
The news of the now sacred new land was now shared upon the realms and many questions were brought with these news. Are they going to fight war over it? Are they going to share it? That was a choice they couldn't make...
The only way they could decide whether to devide or fight war over a country would be by exploring it. They decided to send one person with royal blood from each kingdom to explore the new land and decide what its fate would be.