Belaline Bol.

This word meant a lot for the little boy. How many times had he heard stories of it from his father? He'd forgotten. When was the last time he had seen his father? He had forgotten. Where was he at the moment? On the way to hell. Surely, that was where he was going to end up after his death. After the woman with the house made of cake and candy

had fattened him up and cooked him alive in her humongous cauldron, or would she? You see, this was no ordinary kid. He was going to grow up to become the king of thieves and conquer Belaline Bol. Right?

The kid, Pontapleiff, lived to see another day. With the mouth-watering house in his little pouch and

the witch, nowhere to be found.

The sword in the centre of the kingdom had been there for as long as she could remember. That was why the Kingdom had no legitimate ruler.

They all lay in wait for the person who would draw the sword out of its petrified scabbard. That was why their city was ruled by him, the king of thieves, Robin Hood.

Tonight, for some mysterious reason, Elizabeth had been led right before the sword. It was late, a little girl like her was not safe roaming about in Camelot. She knew that, but today she felt she was safest before Excalibur. The great sword.

 Maybe this was a premonition; she was to draw the sword out of the rock and so she did. Shockingly, the sword came out with no resistance,

In fact, it was as if the sword was helping her out. There was no way a little girl of her stature would have been able to carry the sword otherwise. It took some time for her to realize what this meant. She was going to become Queen, Queen Elizabeth of Camelot.