He's a Prince, and I'm an Ogre

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Once upon a time, there was a lovely princess.

But she had an enchantment upon her of a fearful sort, which could only be broken by Love's first kiss.

She was locked away in a castle guarded by a terrible fire breathing dragon.

Many brave knights had attempted to free her from this dreadful prison,

But none prevailed.

She waited in the dragon's keep. In the highest room of the tallest tower for her true love..

And true love's first kiss...

"Who the heck are writing these? Like this is ever gonna happen!"

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Once upon a time there was a world full with fairytale creatures from many different fairytale living amongst other mortal beings. Some Creatures though weren't in any kind of fairytale books. Some were created by a mystical energy that only the kings of FarFarAway were able to do. These creatures were very rare though, so fairytale creatures were overwhelmingly more common than them.

Deep inside the magical forest lies a little swamp where the dangerous, big ugly ogre lived there. Or well, that's what people told each other. Everyone was afraid of that ogre. Legends says that he's eating you for breakfast when you go near him. He loves to torture you, make a suit out of your freshly peeled skin and squeeze the jelly out of your eyes.

Which is quite good on toast.

But in reality, this grumpy ogre whose name was Three was none of that. He never went out hunting for prey that is human. He barely leaves the swamp, and if he does, he usually goes for frogs, rats and any kind of small animals. The folks around here just judge this poor little ogre. He doesn't act like other ogres in stupid fairytales. Because of this lack of popularity, this ogre lived alone.

Well technically not fully alone. He had a small company. The only little creature that had never shown fear against him. His adorable Eggdog. He has had him ever since he was a tiny stinky ogre.

And that was perfect for Three, really. It's not like he needs any friends. He's perfectly fine living alone. No one is bothering him, he can do whatever he wants in his own space without worrying about who thinks what.

This is his place, alone with Eggdog against the world. Who can ask for a better Life than this?

Their lovely, lonely lives weren't always peaceful though. There were always angry mobs who always tried to attempt to kill the ogre once and for all. Do they succeed? Absolutely not.

Now, Three isn't the scariest ogre of all. People were still afraid of him, but only because he was an ogre. And we all know ogres are bad.

He never attempted to do roars to scare those mobs away. No, he had better ideas.

He set traps for them!

Every night when they come, Three set some kind of traps which are gonna make the angry mobs think they caught them for dinner. Then when he releases them, he doesn't have to do too much work, because they immediately run away as soon as they are free. Three doesn't bother chasing after them. Just hope every night they will finally learn their lesson.

It was still amusing for him to see how much people wanted him dead yet they are more pathetic wet cats than himself.

What a beautiful lifestyle he was living in. What could make this possibly wrong?

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It was late at night, Three was chilling in his armchair with Eggdog in his lap sleeping. While they enjoyed the peaceful moment Three was writing something in a small notebook. The cover of the book was made out of animal skin, and had 'DO NOT OPEN' scratched on it. He made sure he didn't drop any ink on himself or on Eggdog. Their peaceful night didn't last long as Three's ears twitched when he started to hear things outside. He put his notebook in his pocket, gently switched his place with Eggdog on the armchair and headed to the window to check the sound. Yep, just as he guessed, the angry mobs are back again. Why he's not surprised. He sighed and got outside, taking a different route so he could get behind them without them noticing. Luckily for him, these idiots went to a direction where one of his traps lies.