Dec 12, 2005 08:27
Once there was an evil king who was very self-involved. He abused the
magics of the kingdom for his own personal gain. So much did this
happen that the kingdom began to be embraced by entropy. Every smile
was seen through hazy eyes and seemed like a manufactured piece in a
very large scale diorama.
There were many that were involved with the
king. Many who tried to help him. Many who had stood by his side only
to be betrayed by his self satisfaction. Many who rose and fell. Many
hated him for his deeds yet let themselves be attached to him by
relation.
But there was one, who felt no such connection. A prince of the
kingdom. Twisted by the king's machinations, he was a very strange
person. A man in body, a child in mind. For you see, the king had cast
an evil spell upon him as a child that prevented his mind from aging
along with the rest of his body. Stuck in this adolescent prison was
the prince, despite his attempts to break free into the outside world.
Deciding that the only way to free himself from this spell was to
destroy the king, the prince set out on a quest to find the weapons he
would need to free his mind, his family, and the kingdom he so
cherised.
The King is dying. Long live the King.