King Sagan milled about his room, thinking of when the visitor would arrive. His life was not great. A rough childhood complete with a betrothed wife was a pretty horrible life. But, it had not always been this way.
When King Sagan was born, both his parents said that “He was an accident”, “We never wanted him”, and horrible things like that. Except, he was born into royalty, and it would give his parents a bad reputation to be a “child hater”. And so on his life went. The family would never sit down and eat, or go and take vacations to neighboring kingdoms.
So on the family’s life went. Never making contact, not even so much as smiling at each other. And when Silica came and invaded their castle, poor Arthur Sagan was left alone, crying under the bed, no one coming to his aid, something inside him snapped. The sense of being cute and playful turned to being dark and twisted. Arthur vowed that one day, the Silicon’s would rue the day they ever so much thought of invading his family’s place.
On went the tragedy of King Sagan, the worst becoming worse. Finally, he went back to his house of royalty when he got to be eighteen and started renovating with is parent’s fortune. After months of living in the woods, he went into the castle, which for some reason was empty, but very well kept up. He never thought twice about it and went to his father’s study to read his family’s will, which gave him the right to own and marry the wealthiest princess in the world, Princess Althaia of Eyorika.
As he paced with worry along the ground, he gave a sort of weird breathing-through- your- teeth sort of sound. At last, a knock came from the door. “Saying that the crow is wise means a lot.” Arthur sighed with relief. He opened the door, with caution, but only because instead of an official, a hooded figure came to be. He walked through the doorway, but instead of seeing his legs move, he floated through the doorway. Arthur flinched when he put his arm out, watching it hold a tattered scroll. Or was it a long, rounded box? He couldn’t tell.
“ Open it with caution” Said a quiet, raspy, but oddly girly voice. “Wait, you are not Raera!” Sagan said with ease at first, but then with a troubled tone. Sagan struggled to get out the door, only to be bombarded by the imposter. “I’m not? Well, you should of thought of that earlier.” the imposter quoted as she squeezed a vial of mysterious goo into the mouth of the passed out Sagan.
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