THIS is my story, and it starts with the end. I know it could seem weird, but hey this is not a fairytale. This story didn't had a start, it was all meant to happen for it to end, you may think nothing can begin without a start, well mine did...
The Kingdom of Farguard, tall brick walls that surrounded the castle, you could see the Moss from how old they were. An immense village surrounding the walls, with kind and friendly peasants and shiny sunrises with long flat lands that keep going till the eye cant see.
As far as my knowledge goes, Farguard is known for its power and its trade, since it's a lively city many people from different kingdoms come. They brought magic to the kingdom and new knowledge to the villagers, but after the people started using it of course the king had to come and prohibit it. Every story had a dark side, I saw plenty of it and sometimes I think, where is my happy ending?.
I don't know,
But let's not get sad and let's go back to the castle, not the servants, not the guards, but the royals. And no, I'm not a noble. Many people had envy for me, some of them had fury and some despise me, you may think, "but what did you do?" And the answer for your question is, "being born".