List of nicknames:
Adam-Skydoesminecraft-Sky
Quentin-Huskymudkipz
Ian-Ssundee
BajanCanadian-Mitch
Ty-Deadlox
Jason-MinecraftUniverse
Jerome-JeromeASF
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It was ten o'clock in Minecraftia, and in one of the taller towers of the legendary castle in Celestia, There was a boy named Adam. A prince, named Adam.
"Come along to bed, Adam!" Adams father scolded him. "It's past your bedtime!"
"But, dad!" A six year old Adam moaned, walking alongside his father to his bedroom, trying as hard as he could to delay his bedtime. "It's the night before my birthday! I'm too excited to sleep! Why can't I get a break from training tomorrow?"
His father shook his head as he opened the door leading into Adams bedroom. "Kings don't get breaks Adam, even on their birthdays. You always have to be on alert." There was a glint of sadness and experience in the kings eyes as he said this, but Adam, at his age, was not able to see it, not being able to conceive the idea of how much responsibility ruling was.
"Why not?" Adam asked, half curious, half mad. He didn't want to be king, not if it meant he didn't get to have any fun while doing it.
"Because you have to be responsible, you have to rule your kingdom justly and reputably. You can't ignore anyone's problems or safety. You have to be perfect in the eyes of your people." He father replied, closing the door.
"I don't understand." Adam said as he climbed into his bed. He didn't know what 'justly' or 'reputably' meant, and he didn't understand what his father was trying to tell him, even though he knew it must be important, from the way his father was saying it.
"You will in time," His father said calmly, tucking him in. "You'll understand everything when you come of age.
"Okay."
Adam began to take off the purple stone he always had hanging around his neck, but his father quickly shot out a hand to stop him.
"No, Adam." He said sternly, securing it back onto his neck. "Never take this charm off, you understand? Never. For any reason." His father was oddly stern at this, panic in his eyes as he looked down at the necklace.
"Okay, daddy." Adam said, a look of confusion on his face as he held onto the necklace, staring at it. "But why?"
His father turned away, saying nothing more.
"Goodnight, Adam."
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