Jax sat in the back of a high-speed cruiser with his face plastered against the rear window. He paid little attention to his driver’s ramblings and watched as his former kingdom faded in the distance. It was near impossible for Jax to accept how quickly things had fallen apart. In a single election, everything had changed. The Exiled now ruled and chaos spread throughout the lands unchecked.
The Fifths, Jax’s people and rightful rulers of the kingdom were now on the run. Most had fled to the Burnt Oasis while others had retreated through the Southern Passage. Several battles were now underway as the fight for a place to call home spread like wildfire.
Things were never meant to be this way. Jax had been a fair and just king. He had worked hard to bring peace to the land and deserved admi
