LIFE IS THE ART of dying.
And the only way to survive is to take part in a cruel game that decides the fate of others. It's abnormal. The idea of fate being crafted by the universe: the celestial spirits above that craft a series of events that decide the fate of mundane creatures who do nothing but wonder about conflict.
Leo wondered why the kings would create a system that only favoured themselves but belittled their so called kingdom that worshipped them like priceless dolls. His judging eyes scan Zach: who walked in front of him mindlessly, he confused Leo; how could one be bad but good at the same time? It was a complete oxymoron.
"Tell me Zach, what did you gain out of hurting Reuben?"
His words force Zach to stop walking.
Zach thinks, his mind was blank. There was nothing, he g
