I sit in the darkness of the corner, running my hand along my blade, Frostbite. The ancient sword I cut my hand on and found in the ancient ruins of Atlantis. Sure, I was famous. The "Long Lost King of The Long Lost Kingdom".
The new girl pipes up.
"Who is he?" She points to me.
"His name is Jason and he's the king of-" Melissa begins, but I cut her off with a sharp glare.
"I'm Jason, that's all you need to know." I start to go back to sharpening my sword, but the first bell rings. The first class.
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Academy Of The Royals (Draft version)
FantasyThis is really old and not really worth reading, it's very poorly written In a world made up of only kingdoms how do people have any freedom? Well some would say they don't, that's how that uprisings started. But what happens when rebels invade the...
