It’s a wonder how so many things can go wrong in a year.
Once, the six kingdoms of Hanto were united.
The Six Rulers would host galas, balls, and feasts. Everyone was invited and all the rulers enjoyed each other’s presence. So much so that they were renowned for their friendship and love for one another.
Everyone was unaware of the fact that their capital’s beloved palace was slowly sinking into the sand. No one knows if the Six Rulers were aware of it, either.
Because Six Rulers disappeared with the capital.
One moment, the Six Rulers were still there, dancing and laughing at the capital.
Another moment: the Six Rulers, the capital— It was all gone.
The citizens fell into disarray and chaos not long after.
A lot can happen in a year. For the country of Hanto, like a slow sequence of falling dominoes, consequence reveals its disaster with a wicked grin.
Trusted alliances were broken.
Rulers were replaced.
Wars were waged.
Droughts, famine, and the plague struck almost immediately after.
Everywhere one looks, struggle, misery, and suffering is served on a blunt platter.
The only thing that remains of the capital is a desert of sand. That, and a mysterious granite panel on the floor that reads: C.S.L.J.R.P.
It is often discussed that the Six Rulers and their castle alone was enough to ensure the thriving of entire kingdoms.
People also like to say that if one were to restore the palace in its entire glory, the Six Rulers will reveal themselves again, bringing about a new era of progress and peace.
But, of course, that is just a myth…Right?
Perhaps it would be best to hear from the experts. Afterall, this is their story to tell, not mine.
This story begins:
In an opera house, ten years and one month after the Six Rulers vanished.
Hello! I'm Jigsaw, a writer that is hoping to get the story she wrote with her best friend published one day. So if you read this far, thank you so much and please leave a comment, even if it's just two words! Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated :D
It’s a wonder how so many things can go wrong in a year.
Once, the six kingdoms of Hanto were united.
The Six Rulers would host galas, balls, and feasts. Everyone was invited and all the rulers enjoyed each other’s presence. So much so that they were renowned for their friendship and love for one another.
Everyone was unaware of the fact that their capital’s beloved palace was slowly sinking into the sand. No one knows if the Six Rulers were aware of it, either.
Because Six Rulers disappeared with the capital.
One moment, the Six Rulers were still there, dancing and laughing at the capital.
Another moment: the Six Rulers, the capital— It was all gone.
The citizens fell into disarray and chaos not long after.
A lot can happen in a year. For the country of Hanto, like a slow sequence of falling dominoes, consequence reveals its disaster with a wicked grin.
Trusted alliances were broken.
Rulers were replaced.
Wars were waged.
Droughts, famine, and the plague struck almost immediately after.
Everywhere one looks, struggle, misery, and suffering is served on a blunt platter.
The only thing that remains of the capital is a desert of sand. That, and a mysterious granite panel on the floor that reads: C.S.L.J.R.P.
It is often discussed that the Six Rulers and their castle alone was enough to ensure the thriving of entire kingdoms.
People also like to say that if one were to restore the palace in its entire glory, the Six Rulers will reveal themselves again, bringing about a new era of progress and peace.
But, of course, that is just a myth…Right?
Perhaps it would be best to hear from the experts. Afterall, this is their story to tell, not mine.
This story begins:
In an opera house, ten years and one month after the Six Rulers vanished.
Hello! I'm Jigsaw, a writer that is hoping to get the story she wrote with her best friend published one day. So if you read this far, thank you so much and please leave a comment, even if it's just two words! Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated :D
