As the war ended between the Alexas and the Ylios empires, poverty reigned inside both their lands, and once prideful nobels now scrourge the street desperately killing for bread alongside the peasants they once ruled. Darkness fills the hearts of the worn out soldiers, as well as the dirt poor peasants, seeing no hope to their children's survival. Follow the most unfortunate of the lot. The war orphans. Those who have lost everything but still manage to, somehow, survive...

I would really appreciate feedback as this is my first fiction, and thanks.

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