☆Story☆
In a land quite dissimilar to our own, on another plane of existence entirely, there are ten kingdoms of Vices and Virtue, and like most kingdoms that are placed too close together with different views and cultures, are at war with each other. The Sins naturally against Virtues. Lust against Prudence, Avarice against Humility, Patience against Envy, Wrath vs. Fortitude, and Hubris vs. Justice. With the chaotic times, each heir to the kingdoms have been trained to take over the reigns of both their country and the war. While most hope that one day their soils might find peace with their adversaries, none are optimisitc that it will happen within their lifetime. One day, it's an evanescent hope, but one day, the kingdoms will find serenity and understanding from each other.
But politics is but a cruel game, manipulative, conniving and ever nefarious. When one war is on the brink of closing, and there is a whisper of the ending to the bloodshed, someone pulls and plucks at the delicate strings of those involved, pressing them back into the fervid ire that had fed the unadulterated loathing and contempt of war.
And one group took it too far, and attempted to kill the first born from every kingdom, and some even tried to steal the lives of the younger siblings away. In an attempt to save the hopes of the people, a representative from a different plane approaches each king and queen to offer their children a safe haven from the affronts. Each of the heirs and their siblings will be whisked away, far from the cries of battle - a castle situated where their cannonfire cannot dream to reach.
The ruler of the castle, the man now charged with keeping the heirs safe from their heinous wars, is a god by the name of Veritas. He is ancient, eons old but still a powerful being. The god is understanding, honest but sometimes a bit biting in his old age, and quite unhappy that he was chosen to "babysit" the brats. But, if he's going to be forced to play the host, he's going to get amusement out of the ordeal by placing all of his guests in unlikely scenarios so that he might sit back and enjoy his meddling.
After all, what was he - almost considered handicapped from the hindrances that came with age- supposed to do to protect them, especially since all of the enemies would be housed under one roof? Was he supposed to bring them to understanding and resolve the wars? Was he supposed to make sure that they stayed true to their countries' beliefs and systems?
Could there even be comprehension betwixt those who were so different? Time might tell.
In a land quite dissimilar to our own, on another plane of existence entirely, there are ten kingdoms of Vices and Virtue, and like most kingdoms that are placed too close together with different views and cultures, are at war with each other. The Sins naturally against Virtues. Lust against Prudence, Avarice against Humility, Patience against Envy, Wrath vs. Fortitude, and Hubris vs. Justice. With the chaotic times, each heir to the kingdoms have been trained to take over the reigns of both their country and the war. While most hope that one day their soils might find peace with their adversaries, none are optimisitc that it will happen within their lifetime. One day, it's an evanescent hope, but one day, the kingdoms will find serenity and understanding from each other.
But politics is but a cruel game, manipulative, conniving and ever nefarious. When one war is on the brink of closing, and there is a whisper of the ending to the bloodshed, someone pulls and plucks at the delicate strings of those involved, pressing them back into the fervid ire that had fed the unadulterated loathing and contempt of war.
And one group took it too far, and attempted to kill the first born from every kingdom, and some even tried to steal the lives of the younger siblings away. In an attempt to save the hopes of the people, a representative from a different plane approaches each king and queen to offer their children a safe haven from the affronts. Each of the heirs and their siblings will be whisked away, far from the cries of battle - a castle situated where their cannonfire cannot dream to reach.
The ruler of the castle, the man now charged with keeping the heirs safe from their heinous wars, is a god by the name of Veritas. He is ancient, eons old but still a powerful being. The god is understanding, honest but sometimes a bit biting in his old age, and quite unhappy that he was chosen to "babysit" the brats. But, if he's going to be forced to play the host, he's going to get amusement out of the ordeal by placing all of his guests in unlikely scenarios so that he might sit back and enjoy his meddling.
After all, what was he - almost considered handicapped from the hindrances that came with age- supposed to do to protect them, especially since all of the enemies would be housed under one roof? Was he supposed to bring them to understanding and resolve the wars? Was he supposed to make sure that they stayed true to their countries' beliefs and systems?
Could there even be comprehension betwixt those who were so different? Time might tell.
