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Ghalia is a world filled with mysteries shrouded in darkness and magic hidden in the forests. Man divided the world up between three great nations: Marin, Lafelion, Rourik. Although they are in peace now, evil stirs within the dark corners of the world again. Now the race to stay alive is upon them; their only hope left lies in the hands of the Arklings.

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2. Chapter 1

   I should have never looked up. It is known throughout Marin that obedience is the rule of peace. If we are to break the rule, it is assumed that chaos will follow. Once we fall to chaos, everything is lost. Still, the temptation was irresistible. The entire village square was on their knees as the procession came through. It was the first time our small village received any sort of visit from the capital. To the public, it was an honor. To the individual, it was a message, a tactic, to reaffirm the governments control over the people. The trumpets blared, announcing the start. On cue, everyone in the square fell silent and bowed their heads down until they felt the gritty dirt from the ground touch their foreheads.

   “Make way for the Arklings,” shouted the herald. “Remember this as a privilege that his royal highness has allowed you. To be within their presence is a gift you must cherish. Not all are as fortunate as you.”

   Fortunate, that was an interesting perspective to look at us with. He, decked with jewels, is calling us, covered in rags, fortunate. I smirked to myself at the irony. It went away though as I heard the clip clop of the horse hooves on the ground. They were close, probably passing right by me. This was the only chance I would get to look at them. I had to seize this moment otherwise everything I’ve worked for will be wasted. It is impossible to kill a target if you don’t know which throat to slice.

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