- The King in Yellow - Male Reader x One Piece

Chapter 12: The Golden Age Part. 1

(AN: I said it would be at least two weeks until an update, so technically I wasn't wrong, just wasn't expecting it to be four months, but that isn't important. I've been unsure with how much of Berserk's story to incorporate into this fic, but I think that I've figured out the right balance now, though I really had hoped that Oda would have told us more about the Gods Knights by this point. I need to know more about them for a specific character who may or may not show up. Guess I'll have to wait a little while longer...)

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[TWENTY-ONE YEARS AGO]

[The Harvest Kingdom, The South Blue]

Deep in the very southernmost part of the South Blue, where the vast ocean seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon, there once existed a large kingdom, isolated from the World Government's clutches. For centuries, this kingdom had thrived in solitude, untouched by the conflicts and turmoil that plagued the rest of the world. The Harvest Kingdom, as it was affectionately named by both its inhabitants and its rulers, was a land of unparalleled beauty and prosperity.

The kingdom's name was no mystery, it was a tribute to the island's most remarkable feature, its rich, fertile soil that nurtured life in abundance. Across the entire landmass, stretching as far as the eye could see, were fast fields of golden wheat, shimmering under the bright sunlight. These fields were the lifeblood of the kingdom, a testament to its wealth and fertility. The wheat was renowned throughout the South Blue and revered as the finest grain in the entire world, with a quality so exceptional that it was said even the gods would envy its taste.

Farmers, the backbone of the kingdom, tended to the fields with unwavering dedication. From sunrise to sunset, they worked the land with a sense of pride and reverence, knowing that their efforts contributed to the kingdom's greatness. Each stalk of wheat was a symbol of their labour, a golden thread in the fabric of their society. The harvest was not just a time of gathering crops, it was a celebration, a communal event that brought the entire kingdom together in gratitude and joy...

The kingdom's capital, Carcosa, was a thriving hub of activity nestled at the very heart of this pastoral paradise. It was a city of timeless beauty, where ancient stone buildings, covered in creeping vines and adorned with colourful flowers, lined the cobblestone streets. The architecture of Carcosa was a harmonious blend of tradition and elegance, with tall spires reaching towards the sky and grand archways welcoming all who entered. The city had been built with care and craftsmanship, each stone laid with purpose, each building a reflection of the kingdom's rich history.

Carcosa was abuzz with noise and life. The streets were filled with the sound of merchants calling out their wares, accompanied by the clinking of coins. People moved through the city with a sense of purpose, attending stalls, hard at work, or simply enjoying the company of friends. There was a palpable sense of community in Carcosa, a bond that united its citizens in a shared sense of pride and belonging. The food stalls, overflowing with fresh produce and baked goods, filled the air with delicious aromas, tempting passersbys to stop for a taste.

Each individual contributed towards the greater good of the kingdom. They were a proud, resilient people, with big smiles etched onto their faces, reflecting lives marked with happiness. Children played freely in the streets, their laughter echoing off the stone walls, unburdened by the fear and worry that so many children felt throughout their world. In this kingdom, the future seemed just as bright as the golden fields that surrounded it...

Troubles came and went, as they always do in any land, but they were minor, fleeting things. There was never a terrible plague that ravaged the population, never a lethal famine that threatened to wipe out the harvest, and never internal strife that tore the kingdom apart. Order was maintained with a gentle but firm hand, and the machine that was the kingdom continued to grind away, thriving with prosperity. The Harvest Kingdom was a place where peace reigned supreme, where the cycle of life continued unbroken, year after year.