The Prince of Hearts

The King of Clubs

The Queen of Diamonds

The Emperess of Spades

All different leaders of different sectors of this country. All vitally important to the people who live in it.

But dear one, War looms across this plain that once carried peace. War strikes its claw down the white flags and stains the ground with blood. It approaches children and adults then leaves them orphaned and cropses.

War is coming.

And only the Dealer can stop it.

Because once it starts, it will never cease until the whole land is turned into waste.

“But where’s the Dealer, Grandma?” I looked into her eyes, six clubs right above her brow. “Will they come now?”

She chuckled, patting me on the head with a sad look on her face. Grandma cradled my cheek with her palm, looking for spades that weren’t there. My face was clear, abnormally clear, with no marking of rank or race upon it. I looked like Grandma with my features, but I didn’t have any of her clubs.

It confused me at the time.

“My dear, I think they’re already here.” She sighed, groaning as she stood and walked to where she placed her cane. “Put your paint on, dear, we’re going shopping.”

I raced to my room to hurry. Shopping meant snacks. And snacks meant cake.

I didn’t know what she meant at the time, but the Dealer would soon show their face.

Very soon.

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(A story idea I got! Sooo, yeah. I’m almost at my downtime, so I’ll write about it later.)