Chapter 1

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It all started with the three most twisted kings coming together. Instead of declaring war, they decided to make peace. The land of Sealer, Trinad, and Hellbent came together to make a populous kingdom, the beginning of the era of Tynoma.

The kings are some of the utter most foulest beings you will ever meet.

King Rollin. Only one thought ever runs through his head. Wealth. He'll taxes all the people in this land for any little insignificant gesture. In the land of Sealer, which he ruled, he was said to have had his own chamber of riches which was told take up half of his castle. His wife was rather unusually young compared to him. Lady Rollin is the mother of his four children, and luckily non take after either of their thirst for money.

King Senlis is drunk with power. It took a year for him to agree to share his reign, used to having all his peasants tremble at his feet and having all be under his command only. His family consist of his wife and two girls that he tends to hold resent against because he has no heir to the throne.

King Adeney tens to hold the highest position. Always getting his way. He only has two sons, taking pride in his oldest, throwing the other behind without a second thought. His wife died in the labor of a child who also didn't survive.

This kingdom is superior to the rest, yet it is a nightmare for everyone who lives on the soil.

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Isaic stands ever so still for the servents to finish dressing him. Looking at his refection he curses his father for this idiotic formal event. Luckily he found a loop hole. He wore black skinny jeans with a white dress shirt, a black jacket that look semi-formal, with converse. This will most likely embarrasse his father and thats what hes shooting for.

His smirk in the mirror disappears when he notices his brother in the door way behind him. A darkness fills his eyes seeing a crown on his head.

"Aren't you too old to be playing dress up? Take the tiara off your head." Isaic says through gritted teeth. Feeling satisfied when that wiped the smile off his brothers face.

"Please. I'm just being what I was born to be. The king." Tomas seeths the last word, making Isaic's blood boil as he fixes his black as pitch hair.

The servents finished tying his shoelaces and began to leave.

"You still have a year untill your twenty one. A lot can happen preventing you from that fucking coordination." Isaic has had enough and can't wait for him to leave already, even though he just walked in.

"Nothing can do so except death itself." He took a seat on the couch in the corner, watching the younger one get ready.

"You never know." The younger one mutters under his breath.

"Excuse me?" Tomas grew angry.

"Nothing. Now leave already." With no emotion those words travel to Tomas's ears.

"Weirdo.." He utters as he leaves. Walking into the corridors, leaving his bedroom door open.

"Tomas!" He calls annoyed.

"What."

"Haven't you ever heard of closing a gooddamn door!" Isaic stomps promptly over to the door, shutting it with a loud slam, probably disturbing others but he couldn't bring himself to care.

In his room he played soothing rock music to calm him and clear his mind. He was adjusting his collar, lost in deep thought, until theres a gentle knock at his door. He ignores it and carries on thinking. He ignores the knocks a second time thinking whoever it is can take a hike.

"Hey, dude come downstairs, the thing already strated." A pubescent voice rings in his ears. Isaic turns to his unwanted guess, finding Zander staring at him.

"I don't care. Leave." He groans.

"Come on. Be in a good mood for once."

"How can I be when my father is have a royal thanksgiving party and I know he'll give that stupid speech on how Tomas is so great and has only one year till he takes his place." He states in disgust. "You wanna know the last thing my father said to me. It was three weeks ago, he said I was a disappointment. I absolutely hate him."

"Dude, just suck it up and go." Zander says rather tired, like he had heard this before, which he had.

After debating it Isaic decides to go, although he knows he will just have to find a way to ruin everyone's evening. Its just what he does, and he enjoys every minute of it.

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