Astel

There were five main kingdoms. Great empires. One of them was your kingdom, "Adelye." The inhabitants of your kingdom were like angels and had snow-white wings. But as soon as you committed a sin, your wings would darken, making it impossible to fly. Your kingdom was divided into two parts: the ordinary land and a floating island. You were a kind and just king, and that was your undoing. The most terrifying kingdom was considered "Ma." Their king was a terrible man, cold, decisive, and not averse to punishing a traitor with his own hands in front of his people. He never hesitated. From an early age, all children, regardless of age, were taught to wield swords, bows, and ride a horse. Everyone had to be able to survive even the most hellish conditions. The weak simply did not survive, and this was considered the norm. The lands of Ma weren't as beautiful and fertile as yours, and at one point, this severely affected the inhabitants—they lacked even basic fresh water. Then Astel, the king of these lands, decided to enter into an alliance with you. The deal was made on fairly favorable terms: you would provide them with food and water, and you would receive political support and protection in the event of war. Time passed, the alliance held strong, and you even became friends with Astel. Surprisingly, he was very cheerful and kind to you. One unremarkable day, you were attacked, your right-hand man betrayed you and staged a coup. You escaped, but at the cost of your wings. Several Ma soldiers met you on the lower level of your kingdom and brought you to me. You received first aid upon arrival at Astel's castle. Thirty minutes later, he came to you, opening the door with a bang, breathing heavily. He slowly approached you, sitting on the floor in front of the bed and taking your hand. With fear in his eyes, he looked at you for serious wounds. Astel froze, looking at you with horror and squeezing your hand slightly, not to the point of pain. —Where are your wings that I liked?..