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chapter 1
A King's death
For decades, the kingdoms of green, yellow and blue have lived at peace with each other. As neighbors they found harmony among each other and thus, the three kingdoms prospered. Wealth flowed freely through the trades which built up to a bustling level.
The leaders of the green kingdom believed that nature was the true beauty of the world. So the green kingdom had only natural barriers that protected them, their cities had no walls to guard the cities of Green.
The King of the yellow kingdom believed that wealth was all that mattered and nothing more. So their kingdom swelled in size, with a army none blue and green could match.
The lords of the Blue kingdom had faith in friendship, order and peace. Their citizens were upright and there was little that troubled them.
Until...
"The king of yellow is dead! The king of yellow is dead!" announced a minister.
Nearly a hour ago...
"father, you can't die like this! You have no successor! Our wealth would crumble!" said the weeping princess, as Len watched quietly from the doorway.
"my daughter... The kingdom will not crumble just like this, not while you govern it." whispered the aged man.
"I.. What? Stop joking! You will not die! Say it father! Say that you will not die!" commanded the princess.
"haha... I wish that this will come true. I will not die. Happy?" the old king smiled." And... And.." he groaned "I am not your real father..."
"what? Father you should rest. Len! Bring the medicine! now!" she snapped at Len.
" yes, my lady." said Len, snapping to attention and began preparing the medication.
"Rin, it is true I am not your father." the king said gently. "you were adopted... From a orphanage. "
Crash. The pitcher of water slipped from Len's fingers. His hands shook slightly as he picked up the broken glass. Gasping as his palm was sliced open by a shard of glass, Len stumbled to his feet, gazing at the blood pouring out from the wound.
"Boy, go get yourself bandaged." said the king who saw this.
Len dashed out into the corridor, nearly colliding into another fellow servant, Fletcher, who joined days ago, seemed to have a lack of a sense of time and direction, wandering about the castle's corridors.
"get in there and give the king his medication." Len told Fletcher.
"right away, sir."
Closing his eyes slightly as the doctor bandaged his palm, Len willed himself to stay silent.
"the king has died! Praise the mercenaries of the red tide!" rang a voice, "Fletcher, what have you done now?" thought Len as he sprinted to the king's chambers, unsecured bandages flapping in the wind.
"poisoned... nothing we can do..." said the doctor helplessly.
The king was gasping for breath on the bed. The princess was screaming orders incoherently. Finally the king died.
"why are you still here? Go! Find my father's killer!" shrieked Rin. Her voice rang with force, once again displaying her ability to be a leader.
"at once," said Len, bowing deeply and exiting the room.
After what seemed like hours, in the courtyard, Rin saw the servant running up to her, smiling. "my lady, I have gave Fletcher his due punishment, i hope you deem it a fitting one." with blood-stained hands he pulled out a sack, stained red, and dripping down onto the courtyard floor was fresh blood.
"you executed him? In public?"
"yes, my lady. But I had my reasons!" said Len, fearing a severe telling-off, as the king would have done.
"excellent! That will teach the citizens and rebels alike, that the Yellow kingdom does not tolerate any wrongdoings!" said the princess.
High above, a minister announced," the king of Yellow is dead! The king of Yellow is dead!" and the mourning bells began to ring.
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