you was birthed 10,000 years ago, on top of the highest mountain in the lands. The view was immaculate, you could see the lands that you called yours for miles.
On the day of your birth, as you were cradled in the arms of the king- your father, he had said seven words that you swore you would never forget.
"Yo, you got games on your phone?"
Of course, you were to young to know what that meant at the time. Then your father had commenced the ritual ceremony of tossing you away from the mountain. It was a holy ritual, you were told. Ones that only the gods that could accept.
As you plummeted, only a few thoughts had come into your mind.
'gogo gaga.'
The ritual had granted you divine favor, as you had landed in a river below, in which you were rescued by few farmers, who had went out to fetch water for their crops. As they looked up, they saw the king on top of the mountain, who was looking down with his brows furrowed and his teeth clenched.
A clear sign that he was satisfied with the gods divine favor that was cast upon you.