Imagine a world full of silence. A world full of nothing but maybe the faint whoosh of the cold air breezing through the lonesome sky. Where families are made to be almost robotic-like. Individuality is not encouraged or tolerated. The atmosphere is dull and thick with fog. Where creatures with sharp fangs hide in the woods, where a monarchy ruled by ignorant fools, but within that place lies a princess. There used to be no such thing of that monarchy. This village had a king and a queen. They shined so brightly. They were truly something, but one day, a few days after the king's and queen's daughter's 6th birthday, hundreds of thousands of people attacked the village and murdered the king and queen and the rest of the people inside the castle. Although they didn't kill the princess. Hours after their deaths the princess was taken to the highest part of the castle and was locked inside. The people that took hold of the terrified village created a new monarchy and changed the ways of the citizens in that village. The monarchy banned freedom, individuality , and showing emotions. Which were the strongest things about the village. It's been 10 years since that tragic day. Everyone has forgotten by now what those 3 things were. Upon the other side of that morbid village, across the border is a lively village with vibrant colors. The people all with a glowing smile. Neighbors enjoying evening dinner together. Laughter and the vigorous chirps of the well-fed birds that dance through the sunlight. The beautiful waterfalls that relax the whole forest. Within that village is a boy. He lives amongst the rest of his orphan peers. Although, this boy is far from ordinary. The whole village is the opposite of ordinary, but if I didn't tell you that you'd never guess that.