Anarchy

The city of Dragonbane was falling at a dangerous pace. The monarchy was crumbling right before the village's eyes, everyone only being able to be mere witnesses.

That made Pierce Hoffsmen make a terrifying decision. One that could ruin lives and even end them. A truly. . Truly cruel decision.

"Why in the world don't you care about that!?" Ewoyn, Pierce's friend questioned, her voice gaining a bit of a scratch.

The black haired male stopped, his bangs falling in front of his eyes, "Because this is Anarchy. A new beginning of destruction and chaos." He snarled, his voice colder than the icecaps.

Pierce was taking the whole situation of Dragonbane's fate into his own hands and decided to do one of the most rash things that anyone could make.

Anarchy.

He decided to start an anarchy.