The prologue is in 2 parts, here is the first part. Hope you enjoy.

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Sweet Desire

Prologue Pt.1

"We're all in the same game; just different levels. Dealing with the same hell; just different Devils"

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"War is not a battle of right and wrong. It's never been about that," A man adorned in precious jewels with fierce amber eyes stood staring down at a crowd oddly comprised of both Humans and Morvics. The crowd was separated because Morvics still did not like to be around humans and humans did not like to be around morvics. This man spoke from his castle balcony with the crowd below, and the forest surrounding his city.

"Disagreements may start from quarrels of the opinion, but when war erupts from those opinions, it becomes a fight of strength," Besides this man were two other men. One man to his left had black sunglasses tucked neatly in his shirt, his medium length hair was slicked back, and like the man to this right, he wore jewels. This man had golden eyes like two brilliant suns. Now to the far right was an unusual sight, at least it would have been quite unusual 4 years ago. The man to the far right was a brown, fur covered morvic, leather shoulder pads rested on his bare shoulders while a strap held a gleaming diamond axe. This man only wore pants, he'd long discarded the annoying suit and tie.

The crowd below was silent, today was the 4th of the month of Azurren, and the feeling of a war on its last knees felt near. They listened to their king with tired eyes, they were all tired of this war, this 4 year long war.

"And our strength is unparalleled! We are the Duhitians! We are the mightiest, the strongest, we never back down! My friends, my citizens, and all those who call these forested lands home, listen to me. This war is as good as ours. Despite the numbers we were faced against, remind me, who won victory at the battle of Port Norton? Was it Emedo? No!" The king roared, his fist slammed down on the balcony guardrail. His companions stood silent.

"We were the ones to win that fight! We were the ones who freed Neim from the grasps of Emedo, and we will once again lay claim on victory! This war is over, this war will remain in the eyes of history, but it will not be a time of fear, but a time of liberty. Soon we march towards Emedo's capital, and we will end this fight and end the cruel tyranny of Emedo's king."

The crowd grew restless, the silence broke into murmurs until at last there were shouts and cheers and cries.

"Listen all of you," the king called down and waited for the crowd to settle, "This is the moment of truth, while I don't doubt our victory, we must all remember those who have perished and remember our honor and our duty to those souls. We will show our strength, we will claim victory, and mark a new era in history!" The king's last words were drowned out by the crowd. The king smiled and let out the smallest of sighs. He turned to his friends beside him. The one with the golden eyes beamed and placed a reassuring hand on the king's shoulder.

"You did good Mitch, me and Jerome will take it from here. Just get some rest, we'll meet you in the War Council meeting in an hour," the man with the golden eyes said.

Mitch smiled, "Thanks Adam, you to Jerome."

The morvic grinned, "No worries your highness."

From there Mitch left the balcony, he could hear Adam and Jerome giving instructions to the troops below.

Mitch sighed, his clothing felt tight and constricting, and despite having worn such fancy garment his whole life, they now felt more like cages.

It's been 4 years since that day. When Seto vanished into the Nether, it was...as one could say, unexpected. It left everyone quite shocked.

The day it happened, he had offered to go with Tyler to help look for Seto, but after 2 days of searching they found nothing. Tyler had to go on his own while he went back to his castle. He spent too much time away and needed to get to work.

It wasn't until a few days later he received a letter that told him Seto had vanished. The irritation he felt that day still remains, and not because of Seto, but because he could do nothing. And even now he could do nothing.

Mitch found himself in his study, he shuddered and held back a cough. Perhaps the stress of their current situation was not best for him. Though he could normally handle extenuating situations, he still hadn't fully recovered from that exhausting journey through the realm just 4 years prior with Seto and the others, not to mention the surprise battle Emedo launched on the rebel camp in Eflido.

Mitch took a seat at his desk and grimaced at the paperwork that had piled up. Mitch coughed and sat back. He couldn't think about these papers right now.

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Mitch scanned through the documents on his desk, unfortunately, all the times he had been absent helping the rebels really made the paperwork pile. It's not like while his father was sick he didn't already do this, but that now he was doing it as an actual king. It just felt different because of that.

Today was the 31st of Aeth, the year was 2503. In less than 40 days Mitch had one of the biggest challenges he would be facing coming up. For a whole 7 days in the next month, Duhita would be having its annual mid year celebrations and competitions. On any year before this, he was ecstatic. For in those times he was free to participate, but with everything that was going on now and the fact he was king, it was impossible for him to focus on the celebrations.

Maybe he was stressing himself out, especially with the whole war on his ass deal. But it was constantly on his mind.

There was a knock on Mitch's door, "Yes?"

"Mitch, honey, I wanted to see how you are doing. Since you've returned you've stayed in your study all day and night."

"Come in, it's fine, you're still my mother after all, even if I am a king now."

The doors opened up and closed right behind his mother as she walked in, "I see you've begun reviewing the festival preparations.

Mitch sighed, "Yes I have..."

There was a moment of silence, "Will you miss the thrill of the fight?"

Mitch looked up, he saw his mother's concerned gaze and smiled, "Yes, but it's fine, that isn't even on my mind right now." Mitch let out a cough and cleared his throat.

For a second his mother looked a little more worried but she smiled soon after, "So it is something else, isn't it?" She waited for no response as she took a seat in front of her son, "Mitch, I know this job you have now was sudden. It hasn't been easy. You abruptly went off with your friend Adam, and while I'm not sure as to why since you've hardly been outside the kingdom for more than a few days, I feel as though you have come back stronger.

"For the longest time I was worried about you, I know I may not have been the best mother--"

"N-no, don't say that, you were wonde--"

"A-ah, I wasn't done..." Mitch silenced himself and set his documents down, "I realize I could've been more involved in your life, I was too reliant on letting your father teach you everything you needed to know about being a king. I also realize that because of that you've come to doubt yourself and this made me worried. I worried about how you would fare as a king, especially one so young, but that changed." His mother smiled at him with a war kind of smile. One that gave Mitch a sense of belonging and care.

"It was the moment that you were crowned, you had a look in your eyes, a determination unlike any other. I could see not only that but the care you had for your people and the friends you must've made in your short, but long journey. I have nothing to fear anymore because Mitch, I know you are more ready than you give yourself credit for."

Mitch had no words, his mother was far too kind for him. She was a great queen and an even greater mother than she gives herself credit for, "T-thank you, I..." He wanted to say more but his voice stopped there.

"There's no need to thank me, I' only telling you the truth. Now, would you like to tell me what is bugging you?"

Mitch looked down at his papers, "Actually, there are a lot of things..." Mitch definitely could not speak about a war or even Seto, nor the trouble he was caught up in. But there was one thing he wanted to ask, "The main thing that has my mind all wrapped up is, morvics."

"Morvics? What about them honey?"

"Well, even before my father was king, there have always been troubles with morvics, but it's escalated quickly in the past decade. I want your opinion on what you think I should do. As you know the main two groups, Chaos and the HMA all want the same thing, more rights for morvics. What do you think about that?"

"Well what do you mean? That has a variety of different responses that could go either way?"

"Well, like...do you think morvics are bad? Do you think they need to be protected? What of the non morvics, all the humans I mean, how should I address their side?"

"Honestly for the first question, I wouldn't be able to say. I've never met a morvic personally and even if I had and had a favorable opinion about them, that doesn't necessarily speak for all morvics. That gets down to personal opinion, not right and wrong.

"As for the next question, I would say yes, again in my own opinion. Life is everywhere, Notch created all life and Herobrine brings all death. But they work hand in hand, you cannot have one without the other. I like to think it is the same here. Morvics are just as much a part of this world as we are, and we are both living beings created by Notch. We can not live without the other, and vice versa, our realm thrives on the existence of all things, which is why everything must be protected.

"Lastly, Mitch, you are king. Your word is regarded as law by these people, it is up to you to uphold that balance, you must be strong but gentle, firm but soft. If you worry about trying to please everyone you will never please anyone, it is impossible to get within the minds of all and appease their worries. And because of that, that is why you are here. As the king of this land you must stand by your beliefs and be willing to defend them, even at the cost of your own people's trust in you. Nothing will ever change if you try to help everyone, however nothing will change if you abandon everyone. You must find that middle ground to stand on. That is all I can say."

Mitch's mother stood up, she gave Mitch a warm smile, "I must get back now, work hard, but don't stress yourself out. Get plenty of rest and eat all your meals, I've noticed you've been leaving more food on your plate."

"S-sorry, I'll pay more attention."

"Good," she turned away, "Oh, Mitch dear, one last thing."

"Yes?"

"The festivals are coming soon as you know and since you are king, you can no longer participate, but instead you must choose a royal stand in until you have an heir of your own. I hope you haven't forgotten."

"Of course not, I'm just not sure which of the general's sons or daughters will do."

"Choose the person you think is worthy of the position, it shouldn't matter who they are, so long as you deem them fit to hold this position. Please take care my son."

Mitch's mother left the room. Mitch thought about it for a moment. There has General has two sons and two daughters. At least 3 out of 4 of them were adults, and you didn't need to be an adult to participate, you just needed to fit the minimum age requirement, which all 4 did. But only the youngest daughter was exceptionally skilled, whereas her older siblings were more average. But that girl was the best dancer in her family, so not only did he wish to pick her for the dance competitions, but also for fighting.

And besides who would be his royal stand in, he also needed to get his people underway in clearing up the stadium, and decorating the towns and cities and even he needed to appoint some people to help create daring situations for both competitions.

And of course! He couldn't forget the morvic situation. Everything made him lean towards making a change, even a small one, but where the nether to even start. Plus the whole fucking possibility of war on his ass was simply not helping.

"Psssst, Mitch, it is me, I snuck away from the rebels."

Mitch looked up in surprise to see Jerome, "Dear Notch, I wasn't expecting you."

"Ha, well I was expecting to find you in your room," Jerome climbed in through the window, "Whoa! Mitch you look like you've been hit by ten horses, have you been sleeping?"

"Here and there," he rolled his eyes at Jerome.

"Man, what the nether have you been doing?"

Mitch sighed and ignored the question, he had made no progress on these paper, so why not take another little chatting break, again, "Tell me Jerome, if you could do any one thing for morvics first, what would you do?"

"That's simple, I'd first show every human that we are just as strong as any human and shouldn't be pushed down...though technically many of us are actually naturally stronger, but you get the point."

"I see...another question. Even if hypothetically I could slowly establish rights for morvics, what about the morvics that had previously broken Duhitian law, what about them?"

Jerome sat cross legged in the same chair his mother had just recently sat in, he frowned in concentration, this was one of the big questions Mitch didn't know how to answer. If he simply let them go his people would definitely throw fits, but if he punished them based on Duhitian law, most of them would be put to death...Jerome included. But could he turn away from a direct violation of Duhitian laws, or sentence plenty of morvics to death, which might he add, make the morvics throw a fit also.

"Well, I would honestly say, to compromise. I mean I recognize now that maybe I was a bit rash in the way I had Chaos deal with things, and I definitely broke more Duhitian laws than I can count, and I'm not that good at counting... If morvics like me must be punished, so be it."

"But that would include...you."

"Yeah, and? If the only way to make both sides happy is to give rights to morvics, while imposing punishments on those who did break the law, then go ahead. Even I know it wouldn't be fair if a guy like me just went scott-free."

Mitch sighed, he was afraid of that. He already had the idea of compromise in mind, but at the same time, he didn't know how. Should he go by the already existing laws, which would sentence many morvics to imprisonment or even death, or should he try and find a new way? But by finding a new way, he would have to find a way to equate it to something as severe as a death penalty. Would that even be possible?

"I don't really know what you're trying to do, but don't stress yourself out. So much has been going on and it's not good if you exhaust yourself too much."

"Mitch"

Mitch glanced over at Jerome.

"Mitch, wake up--" Mitch suddenly jolted awake when he felt a firm paw shake him awake.

"Wh-what!?" Mitch looked around and saw he was still in his study. Damn, he must've fallen asleep, "What's going on?"

"You're about 15 minutes late for the War Council meeting." 

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Part 2 of Prologue later today.