A time far ahead...
The walls of Barta stood proud and majestic, as the rising sun illuminated the kingdom in a golden hue. The cozy winds of the south brushed past every citizens cheeks which were of rosy tints.
One particular citizen took a deep breath of the sharp morning air before beginning his day.
Carrying a small bread bun in his mouth and wearing a ruffled white-collar shirt matched with some old trousers, Carvias ambled down the twisted roads of Barta despite the early-morning crowd that gathered by every corner.
"Morn' Carvs."
"Mornin'."
"Someones had a good nights sleep."
"I wish..."
"Hows that peace-revolution going as of now?"
"It-, It's being worked on."
Carvias sighed after escaping several conversations with the locals.
He would of loved to converse if he wasn't on a tight schedule. Being a young man, not a day past 14, he was considered the perfect age for military in Barta.
In the Kingdom of Barta, standards were somewhat lowered.
The understandable age for marriage was 15, the working age 12 and the normalized age for retirement was 60.
This meant that there was an overwhelming amount of pressure on Carvias due to his no-illness record and highly-wanted intelligence in the work-force.
But as the #1 Pacifist in the Kingdom, how could he join the Army?
The goal of Corvias, to not spread or enforce peace.
But rather to peacefully destroy the counter-parts or natural enemies of peace.
How? Well, for his short 14 years, Carvias had trained in his family-arts of the Sleiders.
The Sleiders specifically trained in non-combat techniques such as the highly-secured light manipulation and lowly-coveted sleep techniques.
Every single Sleider had been born a pacifist, and either came home with a big fat medal, or a big fat sword in their chest.
It varied.
Carvias now however, was doing something completely against his family's traditions. His crisp-white hair matched his almost unhealthy pale-skin that contrasted to his brown eyes. His overgrown hair was nothing compared to the source of all destruction that was said to be at the core of the world.
Back to topics, Carvias held in his hand a poster. A poster that defied all he had ever prayed for. 15 generations of Sleiders, and not one had joined the military. And not one, had achieved something bigger than a bronze-medal.
Carvias would now break both cycles by calculations whilst simultaneously spreading peace and defeating the counter-parts.
Carvias sighed as he stopped his walking momentum to tie his shoe-laces before something broke his smooth attention-span.
"What. I'm shaking?"
Carvias looked at his right leg, shaking uncontrollably, only after holding it still did it stop yet this just let Carvius feel the sweat dripping down.
Who knew how many centuries of tradition would be dropped here?
Carvias stopped as he found himself at the door of the recruitment center.
The southern winds brushed right past him carrying a flowery scent, as he looked at the door that seemed to be growing large by the second.
The pressure almost broke him down but the sound of a door opening cut him away from his imaginary overwhelming.
"A Sleider?"
"Don't tell me you lot are here to try and shut down the military again?"
The colonel sighed as he looked at the young Sleider infront of him. The past of the two parts had been, a struggle, put lightly.
"N-no, Sir."
"I was actually wondering if maybe, you were willing to take one more recruit?"
Carvias handled a crumpled recruitment poster.
"Well, I'll be damned."
"So I got in?"
Carvias felt a small smile creep up his cheeks.
"If yes is yes, then yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes."