The Six Kings

by investigatorFlyntcoal

(Based off the Achievement Hunter "King" Minecraft Let's plays although the setting isn't in Minecraft.) The Six Kings ruled over their nations independently, all fighting for control over who will be the rightful ruler of the land and the one true king. blood, offensive language, and adult themes may be found in this book. Be aware. (Cover image: Made by the amazing Mallius)

1. Prologue

The six kings

Prologue:

"He is no true king," King Haywood growled, raising his gaze toward the steel-plated man in front of him, seated in a slouch on his throne, the tip of his sword jabbed into the stone near his feet while a hand rested the beginning of the hilt, the great sword reflecting the nearby lit braziers on each side of the great seat he sat on. King Ryan Haywood or more commonly know as "The Mad King", was actually a rather fair-looking man, his hair colored a light golden-brown and styled neatly for his crown to fit on, the crown that seemed to be fading of the once golden color with stained blood lining the edges of it. Shining blue eyes sat underneath the crown, on the visage of a rather young but mature face, a face that showed he has faced war and at one point in time, loved, but those feelings that have disappeared when his insanity came along.

"Why do you come to bother me, Edgar?" he sighed, clearly frustrated with his generals presence. A rather skinny man adorned with plate stood awkwardly in front of his king, clearly uncomfortable with the weight that rested on his nimble body. Dark, messy black hair sat on top of the man's head sweaty and wet, sticking to his face while golden eyes glowed underneath it all, tanned and weather-beaten. "M-My king," the young man stammered. "I-I just wanted to inform you K-King Geoff is-"

"HE IS NO KING YOU FOOL!" King Haywood interrupted with a yell, his voice echoing in the stone great hall as he lifted himself from his throne, the true insanity of the "Mad King" showing. King Haywood drew up his sword, holding it firmly in one hand as he stomped up toward his general, a tattered red cloak trailing behind the man as the sound of steel boots echoed through the great hall, he raised the point of his sword to the neck of the younger man, his blue eyes dripping from anger and frustration, an evil smirk on his lips as he spoke with a growl in his voice.

"I want you to go out there...And fix wherever that moron is planning," he spoke, shifting the sword against the generals neck, a small pool of blood beginning to form underneath it, dripping onto his collar. The general gulped before nodding his head carefully. "Yes sire," he croaked, the Mad King pulled away his blade, sheathing it in its scabbard before turning back toward his throne, stomping up to it before setting himself down on it slowly, glaring at the General as he makes his leave. He grumbled incoherently as he returned to his slouched position from before.