“Why did you kill her?” I exclaimed. The king killed Miya. She was my friend.

“Because she was hunting what you needed.” His excuse was embarrassing.

“She was a good person!” I shouted. I didn’t care that the whole festival heard our conversation. I was insanely angry.

“The prince of the kingdom is more important then a mere peasant is.” Father said. He turned a walked of, pleased at his actions.

“Do not walk away from me!” I screamed. He did not stop. “I said stop!” Tears began streaming from my eyes. I stomped my foot on the dusty ground a ran right into my fathers back. He fell over in the dust.

That one action left me stuck in a never ending loop. I just wouldn’t stop smashing my fists into his face until I was pulled of of him. Then, I was a thirteen year old. Then was the last day of my fathers rein. Then, was the last day of my fathers life. Once upon a prince.

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I was sixteen. Locked in my room. Outside of my window the town was famished. The harsh winter had taken its beating on the land. People, starved to death. Pepole that froze to death.

The unethical happens when one is hungry enough. One goes insane. That is what happened to the whole town. If the lught at the end of the tunnel had not shown up we may have all perished. Deep down, I believe we did.

Once upon a prince.

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I am eighteen. Everything has gone horribly wrong. The kingdom is in shambles. I am to be escorted from the kingdom to a castle in the mountain. It is legend an elemental of the ocean is to emerge. That would certainly destroy the beaches where our kingdom rests.

A small women bathes into the room. She is adorned in weapons. Her silky hair is rigged into a tight bun snd her clothes appear fit for battle. She was my escort.

Once upon a prince.