A Game of Flags

Prologue

𝗪ar, Honor, Power, Respect.

The Four Things that matter nowadays in the World of Ainkura, Kingdoms left and right, with a ongoing war thats lasted centuries.
It was only two specific Kingdoms that was mainly involved; The Land of Donrule, and The Land of Nazrule, both residing against their colored flags: The Blue and The Red, Dondal was obviously Blue, the Nazdal was the Red, and ever since the year of the FA 2780, it was constant terror.
Corpses lay everywhere, swords remain stabbed into the ancient bodies, dents caused everywhere, holes in the trees, the stormy, windy sky everyday, and the Kingdoms act like none of this is happening.
That's the New Day everyone lives in, a Day that all fears, a Day that is “normal” by the current circumstances.
Almost all people who succeeded in taking the Flag died half way, maybe the Power of the Energy it carried overtook them, or they got ambushed by a pair of soldiers who had been secretly spying on them, both sides were not hesitant to destroy the other.

But maybe, it will all change one day, maybe it won't. Maybe it was destiny that took the adolescent, maybe it was fate, maybe it was luck, or maybe... it was choice.

My name is Perrin Bethel. I am twenty years of age, I plan to join the Nazrule Military to fight for what I believe in, maybe the Kingdoms could call upon a truce. Or rot to the ground...

One is soon!