Kingdom Of Mine: Luke The Ignorant

Ch. 1

*Luke POV*

I'm Luke! I'm 12 years old and live with my godparents! I still call them Mom and Dad though! I Love them so much! But anyway, I'm 5 feet and 4 inches, and this is my normal life!

I'm getting the groceries for Mom and Dad, when I see some of my friends from school. "Hi,guys!"I shout and the biggest one takes a rotten apple from their lunch bag and threw it at my head. I continue smiling at them and laugh it off as I continued down the street.

It was a normal day around here. Everyone was yelling at one another about money or food, the streets were covered in ash, and all the houses had giant holes in the roof. I've never been anywhere else so I think this is a normal village.

As I turned the corner to the street white flakes started falling. This happens a lot. It ment someone didn't pay their taxes and either their house was getting burned or they were. I never liked the thought of someone being burned so I just say it's their house.

With the flakes still falling, I made it to my home. It was in the same condition as the others except it was on a mud slid so it was tilted to one side. It looked funny. I always laugh whenever I see it.

I walked into the door and it fell off the hinges. I stepped in side and yelled,"Mom, Dad, I'm back!"

My mother slowly walked in with my dad leaning against her. When someone pays thier taxes late the break both of the man of the house's legs. I always hoped he would heal but we never had enough money to both feed ourselves and fix him. He tells me he's feeling better then mom gives him a sad look. I'm sure he'll be better soon.

Mom set Dad on one of the three chairs we had in the whole house, which is about the size of a shack. She gave me a smile and took the bag from me. Mom can't talk. When she asked the king for more food for the village they cut out her tounge. I've never heard my mothers voice. I was the only one in the family that hasn't been punished by the king. I'm a good kid!

After we shared a bowl of boiled onions, Mom put Dad back on his bed. He told me to come over there. I sat at the end of our only bed and listened as he spoke,"At the first chance you get I want you to leave this village, okay my son?"

"Why? I love it here and being with you and Mom," I smiled.

"This is a terrible place. I want you to leave and have a better life than your mother and me."

"How can I do any better than this?"

"Trust me. It's only up from here. Just promise me that you won't forget about your mother and me."

"I promise."

After that I finished my chores of sweeping the dust off the floor and roof, fix the broken door, and drain out the bathroom pit. It was hard work but I don't mind doing it.

I wiped the sweat from my brow on went to bed with my mom and dad waiting to do the same thing over again. I always fell asleep with a smile on my face. The house shook one last time from the pressure of the sewage pipe under our house the lead to the kings palace.

Our king was king Robert, known as "Robert the Wrath." I don't know what "wrath" means but he sure does eat a lot. I've gone up to his castle a couple of times to do our daily bowing and groveling. He was fat. Just like the rest of the 5 kings that ruled separat parts of the world, so I've been told. They live in tall, sparkling palaces filled with expensive things and food. The best jobs are working for the king. I hope one day I could work for a king.