Prologue

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It was five years ago
when my fathers' reign ended.
Five years ago
when my mother left.
Five years ago
when all I knew left me
and there was nothing there
for me to live for.

I was only sixteen
and for months the crown
was slowly descending upon my head.

But it all happened in a slow blur,
you know, when the pace is waning
and the earth suddenly pulls you down to it?

You know, those times?

Or maybe not.
But my point here
is that at that moment
my haziness stopped me
from doing two things.

1. Finding the person who shot the arrows
2. Looking away as the third blind arrow
struck the skull of the king,

my beloved father.

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