Heavens Divide
Prologue
It was a bright and sunny day on the dawn of the modern age. Mind you, when you’re in the North Pole ‘bright and sunny’ is the only forecast you can expect during the summer. Continuing on, it was a bright and sunny day in the forgotten kingdom of Arcticala. The sun radiated with all its might in a vain effort of warming the frost that sheltered a frozen kingdom only to be reflected by a large structure that rose above the wastelands. The last stronghold of the doomed empire, AKA the palace.
“OH furious flaming fudge!” a piercing voice flew across the elaborate halls of forsaken palace. “I’m late, I’m late, I’m late! The queen is going to melt me again!” Tessa the midwife panicked whilst skating hurriedly across the crystal floors passing various ice sculptures of bygone queens and empresses.
She hated the antechamber and its array of frozen hags. They never fail to remind her about her centuries of tedious work for the sovereigns and the punishments she faced. The rulers more specifically the queens of this kingdom had hot tempers, short attention spans and the least amount of mercy. They would simply melt her (in fact just any citizen) and re-hack them again from blocks ice for pleasure or punishment or both (the line between the two is basically nonexistent in Arcticala), raising another important question ‘how come this kingdom lasted so long?’.