'~WARSICK: A Never Ending Battle~' Skephalo Edition-Book 1

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Zak's POV:

I sat under the willow tree. The wind sang through the scrawny trees. My cheeks were stained with tears.

Why?

Why did this have to happen to me while the other kingdoms are happy and full of joy with no problems. Here I am—sitting under a willow tree, crying. My friends, family . . . all gone.

All because of the stupid Blaze kingdom. The Blaze kingdom. I fucking hate them so goddamn much. What did we do to deserve this? They are so envious. They killed off the rest of my citizens for our diamonds.

The little knobs on my back that used to be large diamond wings that glimmered in the sunlight, had healed. There was skin around the base of the knob and a jagged diamond sticking out from it on both knobs.

I hid the little knobs under my baby blue hoodie, but you could just barely see a little bump from under the hoodie. My tears soon turned into angry tears. I punched the ground until my knuckles hurt. "Fuck you, Blaze kingdom!" I yelled.

My words echoed. How come the rest of the kingdom's get to live nice and happy lives while I don't?

The Sugar kingdom has loads of sweets and has an entire castle made out of candy with a yellow flag at the top. The Blossom kingdom gets their own meadow of flowers and a pretty castle made out of stone with a pink flag. The Blaze kingdom has a really cool warped forest with majestic beings that linger throughout it. They also get a cool castle that looks very majestic. It's tall and sturdy with a red flag.

Here I am---with a crappy castle that looks as if it is about to collapse with a beaten up blue flag. All the animals left to the Blossom kingdom and the forest is old and the trees are practically sticks. There's only one tree that survived the tragic incident. The willow tree. My favorite tree.

On that very tree, I have my place.

All royal members of a kingdom have a little flower that blooms on the tree that represents them. My flower was a little, baby blue flower that was the only flower left on the willow tree. It was the only one left because . . . well, every citizen and other royal member was gone. This didn't only place for my kingdom though, it also had been in the other kingdoms. However, they had most of their blooming little flowers . . .

I am now a scrawny 23 year old. I'm skinny and starved.

It's hard to find food around here. I mostly feed off of mushroom stew which isn't very good so I sometimes skip eating. It's been 15 years and the war still haunts me. I can only hope that life will get better soon . . .

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