It had been months since the day Pix had left his Empire, Pixandria, and was left to roam the endless deserts he’d once called his home. His Empire! “There is so much wrong these days- it can all be blamed on the crown.” Pix sighed, he’d left before the greater part of the crown appeared. But he had heard the gossip about the wrenching betrayals and all the bad that had started. “That’s him, the copper king!” A Fletching Villager trembled at the sight of Pix, he was infamous- at any town or village he had arrived in. “Sorry to bother you, but I need a room to stay in for the night…” Pix walked towards a Clerk, a Villager who managed the large hotels which larger villages sometimes had. “I don’t mean to decline you sir- but its all your fault. The fault and time of the players of this world is at hand.” The Clerk held up his hand, clutching his head to his body. “What happened? Our time is up? That’s impossible, we rule this world!” “The true ending to the Cod War destroyed your so-called ‘empires’ and took the lives of too many.” “I had nothing to do with this!” Pix was outraged! What had his fellow rulers been doing this whole time? “Do you not? You abandoned Pixandria in its time of need, you’re no king! Rather a coward! You should have stayed and protected your kingdom from the rupture! I suggest you flee the world! Look to the stars and find your way to the broken dreams- reliving the past.” With that, the Clerk fell the floor, Pix looked around and noticed so many Villagers, falling to the floor- “The curse has caught up- Its caught up to me!” Pix turned and fled.
