Two kingdoms. Standing in stark contrast to one another. One is weighed down by the burden of eternal frost while the other is a vibrant and prosperous kingdom.
Both kingdoms are aware of each other's existence but never crossing paths until one fai...
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In the vast land of Alderia, nestled among towering mountains and lush forests, stood the mighty Kingdom of Pyrovia, a land blessed with abundant resources and thriving prosperity. With it's tall towers and lively villages, the Pyrovians are seen to be passionate who forged their empire through the might of their advanced economy.
The sound of metals clanking resonated in the beautiful and bustling street of Aragon, the capital city of the kingdom of Pyrovia. Blacksmiths from here and there would clank the metals as they all shaped different weapons for their customer.
"How many Racas does it cost for sharpening this sword?" a rusty voice asked. The blacksmith looked up to him, only to see a man whose half of his face was covered by a cloth as he has a dark blue cloak draped over him. But one thing is noticeable. It is his blonde hair and blue eyes.
(Raca [singular], Racas [plural] - is the currency used in the land of Alderia. It is a gold coin thrice the size of a normal one and four times heavier than normal coins. 1 Raca is equivalent to 5 dollars)
"You new here?" the blacksmith asked, only to receive no response from the latter. He then just decided to let it go by saying,"It will be 7 Racas for the sword"
The man in his blue cloak gave him 7 Racas before saying,"Yeah. And I might add, this village is really pretty and peaceful"
The blacksmith laughed before saying cheerfully,"Well, we have a very great ruler. King Jake. Though I might say that he was crowned at a very young age, 23 to be exact, but his experience and knowledge is far more greater than one could ever imagine"
The blonde man looked around the village. His eyes scanning every single details of the place. He spoke,"And your duke? Who's the duke who manages this city?"
The blacksmith paused before saying "Well, that duke is mysterious in all honesty. But his bloodthirst is undeniably strong. Tsk, scary isn't it. One time, he managed to behead ten men who rebelled against the duke"
The blonde chuckled in a low voice. He muttered "Interesting."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the land, a village full of people where different fishes were being sold on each corners can be seen. Snowflakes are falling slowly as the whole area is covered in white and thick snow. Everyone in the area is noticeably thin with blonde hairs and dark blue eyes and all are dressed in disheveled, thick and heavy winter clothing. These are the people of Frosthaven, the Frosthavians. The kingdom of Frosthaven is a stark contrast to Pyrovia. Frosthaven was a land shrouded in icy winds and perpetual snowfall, a kingdom that struggled to thrive amidst the harsh conditions. The Frosthavians, hardened by their frigid environment, fought a constant battle against nature to ensure their survival.
The chaotic village is located in the Fabian City, the capital of Frosthaven. The village of Bellmoral is a place where most fishes were being sold. The people here are quite selfish yet hardworking for the only thing that matters to them is their family. They must fight for survival.
