I've never been outside in my life. The reason for that is ogres. Fearsome predators of the woods. My mother, the queen, was attacked and killed by ogres. They ate her and the only things left to bury were her bones. My father, the king, does not want me to go outside because he is afraid that would happen to me. But I believe he is afraid I will leave and never come back.
On my sixteenth birthday, I asked "When may I go outside?" He answered with a sigh and said, "When you are 21 you may but not now for your own protection". Ever since my mom died I ponder the question maybe she's not dead just lost in the woods. Trying to find her way back to me even though she's been gone eight years I think she still alive. Maybe all we found animal bones and not human bones but I dare not to ask my dad that question.
