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Eriwynne, a small, but beautiful country; forgotten by the rest of the world.
Her people have had more than their fair share of hardships over the years, be it poverty, famine, or disease. Yet they would still come out fighting strong.
However, a dark shadow had cast its self over this brave land; one that made everyday life a desperate fight for survival.
Eriwynne's reigning king, Kozmotis Pitcher. Or Pitch Black as the his people called him, for the dark, evil shadow he had cast over the land once he rose to power.
Rumours quickly spread once he rose to power as his subjects questioned what had happened to their previous ruler, Almanzo Lunar, his father. Many of the people believed that Pitch had murdered his father so that he, the first born heir, could take the throne. Others thought that their previous king had caught a deadly illness that no one had know about as the king refused to have to step down.
Either way, no one argued with the idea that their new ruler was a cold-blooded killer. Since he had come into power, death rates were at their all time high.
Many people found their friends and families dying from poverty, illness, or at the hand's of others that they once held close before.
Even so, with all this death and destruction, some cities still strived. While towns and villages slowly died, the main cities thrived; having more than enough money to live out lives of luxury.
The lesser fortunate hated them for it because while they were just merely surviving in abysmal conditions while they flaunted their wealth on material objects that no one really needed.
Out of all of the poor towns and villages, one found they were in the worst conditions of all. Swrostlyn, the village located closest to Eriwynne's central cities.
The village was considered as little more that a cheap whore house as both women and men had to rely on selling themselves to get the few coins needed for a days food.
The other town and villages looked down on them in disgust, hating Swrotslyn's people for selling themselves and allowing the cities folk to walk all over them, while those who bought them laughed at how pathetic they were for thinking that anyone would pay more than a couple of coins when they were all so dirty and 'uncivilized', as they put it.
Recent times had been far harder on the people of Swrostlyn than ever before. They had no clue why things were happening, but they did suspect it was to do with a recent announcement; their King was going to visit.
Things like it had happened several times before in Eriwynne's history. In fact, after a particularly surprising visit, one of their previous and best queens had been a village girl herself.
However, no one expected a ruler as ruthless as Pitch to bother with his now 'lower class' subjects, especially since he had allowed them to slip so deeply into poverty. The people were also beginning to suspect that their lack of 'business', along with food and other sustenance, had something to do with this visit.
Either way, the village was still abuzz with preparations for the King's visit as they held out hope that only good things would come of it.