Mulet

The Beginning

Grugen was not the kind of person you would expect to be King.

First of all, he was 13, with a less than intimidating stature and there was always a lock of hair covering his eyes. Secondly, he had no idea what to do as King. Despite being the Crown Prince, he had never been educated in the manner of royalty. He sat now, on a throne too big for him, looking out on a kingdom to large for anyone. 

Up to 4 months ago he had been a normal boy. His parents had decided he should have a humble upbringing, so he grew up with the Deevals, in village very far from anywhere, in a houseful of siblings no one should ever have to deal with. But now he was on his own, his parents dead and his foster family below his status. Just a room full of silence to comfort him.

He sighed. He was horrifically unqualified, completely undiplomatic, and essentially doomed. He was also determined though and he won't let his flaws stop him. The war might though. The horrible, horrible war. An inconsiderate action made by power-hungry, selfish people.