Revolution XY
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~Kingdoms shall fall~
~Deities shall crumble~
~Revolutions shall rise~
~And the world WILL crumble~
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The all powerful Deities of the eight Kingdoms of Earth, once thought to be the most powerful beigns to ever grace existence.
Soon realize they are no where near it.
Sinthsade Sinth, a spiteful, ruthless and all round menacing prince is on the loose trail of a growing revolution against his, soon to be kingdom.
Kinghood may be his ultimate goal, but is the path he's on truly correct?
Tiana Asinthea, determined, strong willed and not to mention, pretty faced. Is gearing to make history and become the first woman, to be second to the king himself.
The only barrier and mabye augment to her victory...is the prince himself.
Lies and deceit flow into the cracks of the weak, and even the smallest of rumors can break a man, the question is.
Who will break first?
Cauition: may contain some scenes of sexist views and opinions. These views are not held by the author and are strictly for the progression of the book.
Note: This book will not be continued, it is just a writing test to get a feel of wattpad.
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