A Taste of Fiction

The Prince

The concerned prince adjusted his crown. Small head, or big crown? 

His burgundy robes were the correct size and no matter what, he would always be the queen's little boy.

"Mother, I have grown up and am not little anymore." 

"I am a prince of great power and unlimited influence." 

Little did he know that soon he would be required to display that power. For his genius would be feared amongst the lands of Perrywood.

Once again, the forces of Dia-Mond were released upon his kingdom. 

There was evil about. Great evil, for sure.

Oh, how he needed his father.

Where was he?