Prologue 3 (final prologue )

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That night I sat awake in my bed for hours. I thought about what that letter had told me. That letter.. I dreamt of how a thin piece of parchment could lift and upturn someone's world. Was it a special paper strong enough to lift the world, or a world so small a paper could bring it chaos?

I went over this again and again deeper into detail- how big was my world? I've never known anyone other than my "parents ". I have been home schooled and only ever visited the supermarket and my parents' restaurant. It was my world. My world was so small and easily toppled by a couple of paragraphs on a piece of parchment.

It was then that I decided to give life to my world.

The next morning, I moved away from the house. We sold my belongings and were able to make enough money for my new apartment fee. I would get a job at a local flower shop and earn money for monthly rent. This would be on Sundays and Saturday afternoons. I would attend school via bicycle, and order groceries delivered to my apartment.

The letter had told me to do all of this, of course and had included enough money for three years worth of groceries.

The plan was to have me finish high school and live at the apartment until one week before my eighteenth birthday, adulthood. That was not my only goal, though. I was to conceal my identity as an heir to a wealthy throne and live as a normal kid. Whilst doing so, I was to gather loyal friends and a "significant other" ( only heaven knows why). One month before my eighteenth birthday, I would receive a letter with further instructions, but until then, I had a purpose and a goal, and I was not giving up on this one chance I had been given.

I am an heir to an upside down throne, and I plan to turn it over again. Watch me.

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