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Long.. now such a long time ago, Anon, when the Kingdom was ruled by the Seventeen Century King, when bricks on the streets had more gold than the finest of jewelry on the continent, when hierarchy was just a formality and no soul, which has ever entered into the wasteful horizon of the Great Watcher, ever again had to experience hunger nor cold. Where people happily listened about the myths and legends dedicated to their Land from the finite brave strangers, those who has ventured, often taking their guidance in hopes and dreams, by mysterious stories contained in family heirlooms, passed on from generations, from father to son. Those, who has traveled endless planes, the world outside Elysium, for months and years, sometimes even not knowing, that what they seek was an empire, where no outsider could ever enter without an intercession of the gods alone.
These are the words that could only describe the Kingdom. And in that seemingly fairy-like place, lived a young, precious boy - as young and precious as every other of his peers.
He had a family, cheerful and wise as everyone else.
He attended to the school - one of the best in the world, having the greatest teachers, as well as countless powerful deities as their patrons.
He lived a carefree life, knowing, that as a Fruit of the Kingdom, he could become anybody he has ever imagined.
He could become a king, ruling over hundreds of thousands of people in a far, far away land where only unknown to him travelers has ever come across. He would live well and long, and be remembered as a send of gods, forever changing the history of that nation.
Maybe a hero, who would've be sent into the great unknown, living a life of hundreds adventurers and thousands of dangers. His dedication and heroism would live forever in countless myths, scattered all around the globe, immortal on the tongues for as long as the humanity persist.
