Within a luxuriously beautifully castle in a gigantic room decorated by gold, silver, gems and odd paintings there laid a woman on a large bed. Around her stood six people three of which wore maid attire and trying frantically to assist while she gave birth. At the side stood the other three people one of which wore a beautiful spiral circlet crown. As he watches with concern and anticipation his lips parted releasing concurrent tangent of cohesive words: "a little more my dear, a little more".
Contrary to the crowned man's anxious demeanor the other two were entirely indifferent merely observing the ordeal in silence.
"ahhhhh" heavy breathing and successive short bouts of screaming the woman sweated profusely her eyes unfocused as she gasped for breath.
"a little more your highness" one of the maids soothingly said to the woman
"ahhhhhhhhhhhh"
"Waaa...waaaa...waaaaa" the cries of a baby could finally be heard after a while of frantic and pained moans.
"ohh...its a boy," said a maid holding the baby while wiping him off with a warm cloth.
"let.....let me....hold him" said the woman in an exhausted manner.
Holding the baby the woman smiled while caressing his face with her finger.
"come dear look hold your son"
Stepping closer to the two the crowned man smiled. holding his son in his arms he felt a warm feeling in heat one that he only ever felt four times before in his life.
"dear....what shall be his name"
Looking at his son in his arms he said:"from this day on your name shall be (Marx riol selius ) fifth of my children and third in line to the throne"
"Marx.... such a wonderful name my dear"happily smiling the woman unwillingly closed her eyes fainting.
"Congratulations my king"
"yes, congratulations you have been blessed with a son"
glancing at the two men in the corner the king replied: "yes he is a blessing"
As thow to affirm their words a dazzlingly pink light shone through the window of the room landing upon the boy.
Far far away across the lands over the mountains within a lush forest littered with giant trees and bizzar wildlife, there were two figures one with a shovel in hand digging, the other standing behind sipping juice from a misshapen yellow fruit.
"why..... why do I have to dig the hole I am the boss damn it "with a voice as though he was sobbing the baldy complained.
"..." slurping her drink misty did not offer a response to his wailing.
"damn when I finish building this fortress no one is allowed to track dirt on the floor with their feet, I will not have a repeat of what happened with my mega ultra stationary fortress "
{I wonder if I can get my old job back}
"hey..huhh...huhh....could you summon some minions to...huhh...huhh help with this" panting from exhaustion he wiped the sweat from his bald head.
"we don't have the compensation to pay a summoned."
"damn... what happened our savings"
"you spent it all on weapons and porn after you exhausted the treasury to fund your stupid war "
"Hey those were necessary and the war was unavoidable"
"being called a balded nutsack is not cause for planetary genocide"
(crack) the shovels handle in baldy's hand broke under the strength of his grip.
"apologies balded testicle" misty corrected.
(sob, sniffle, sob) quiet sobs could be heard in the dark of night within a secluded forest.
"sigh, I....am sorry now stop crying," said misty with a tinge of pity in her voice.