Xander never thought that by being born, he'd effectively kill off any hope for his parents to live a normal life.
He never thought that being alive was a crime.
Other people thought otherwise...
Whether it be that crusty old man in the corner of that musky cell who always screamed at him for being a 'demon spawn' ... Whatever that was. Or the woman who was called his mother, who always beat him for the smallest mistake.
His father? Long dead from the malnourishment... That, and from his head being chopped off...
Xander, though living in what can only be called an environment without love, always held a positive outlook in life.
Maybe he'd get out one day, maybe one day he could see that world those people wearing 'armor' talked about all day long...
And though his thoughts were simple, and his life a mess, he never once thought 'hey, I could fight my way for freedom!' or 'I'll kill that hag when I'm out.' because he wasn't that type of person.
Lord knows what he had done to deserve being a prisoner at birth, but he accepted it. Perhaps maybe one day Xander would know of those crimes... Then he'd atone, and forgive and forget.
But for now, Xander liked his life, however depressing it may have been, on the bright side, he was well fed compared to others, he had shelter, and was given a bath as well as new clothes every other week...
What else could he wish for?
Yet gradually things changed.
That old man in the corner stopped saying things... He just shied away whenever Xander came to ask questions. The old man didn't scream, or yell, nor did he even hit Xander anymore...
The old hag called mother no longer did the same... She just cried in fear.
He didn't understand...
'What did I do?'
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As Xander stopped to contemplate what was happening, the most momentous occasion of the century happened.
The old king had been replaced. The new king staged a coup, and routed the old king's loyal confidantes, as well as the royal family. A new stage had been set. A new age of cultivation started for the JarJar Kingdom.
Many were excited, 'what was the new king going to do first?' few were upset, and a small minority who supported the old king chose to turncoat, and fully supported the king in whatever he did...
But, to every citizen's dismay, the new king's first mandate was to release Xander. Yet no one else.
A large majority of the kingdom went into riots, which were quelled by the king's men nearly instantaneously.
Yet Xander, who sat contemplating knew none of this until the men in 'armor' stormed into his cell, and threw him out.
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'Huh?'
'Why did they throw me out?'
'Lemme back in!'