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Ok, I should probably introduce myself a bit more. When I said that I was part of the royal family, I never said of what country. It's Fondeva, on the border of Gthuish and Josufhi.

Since I'm a prince, I'm pretty popular, if I do say so myself. Funnily enough, my best friend is actually a girl. But Elenair doesn't really seem like a girl to me. She's like some sort of elven warrior. Her mother is the commander of my Father's army. Elenair is incredible at fighting. She could kill 25 skilled warriors unarmed. Not that she ever has. But considering she's the best swordsman, best archer and also best unarmed combater in the whole entire kingdom, with the exception of her mother, I'd say that she could easily. I'm not kidding. All my other guy friends are in love with her. She has long black hair, and dark black eyes. I have rarely seen her without armour. 

Maybe I should explain a bit more about the bazooka-instead-of-an-arm thing. The reason why I don't have a left arm is because when I was a really little kid, I ate a weird looking mushroom that some stranger gave me. And then after a while, my left arm fell off. I could choose anything in replacement of my arm, and when I was a kid, I chose the bazooka. Well, it's kind of like a bazooka. It's not that long. It's actually white, shiny and shortish. A little bigger than the average arm, that's all. It's pretty awesome as a weapon though. If you ask me, my right hand is enough. I can dance well, believe it or not, with only one arm and a lethal weapon where the other should be. Unfortunately, this created several problems for me whenever we threw a ball. Of course, no girl would actually want to dance with me. Other than Elenair, but she doesn't really count.

Thinking of balls and dancing reminds me of how I met her. The girl that I just can't get out of my head.

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