Stop right there stranger! I don't recall giving anyone but Lui permission to enter my quarters. Well I suppose it won't hurt to let you in for a bit. Now, what do you want from me? What have you got in your hand? Well if you really must write down what I say on that notepad I guess it won't be too much trouble to tell you about myself. I'm going to warn you right now that I don't have the most pleasant or entertaining life story. Well, since you insist I guess I'll start off with some facts about me.
I was thirteen at the time my father first invited the old fortune teller into our home to make predictions about his future. I had just gotten back from my training when I entered the palace only to find her there. My father gave me a hateful glare as I walked in. I don't know what I did to deserve it, but I kept me head hung low and quickly walked to my room. I spent a lot of time in my room, mainly, to avoid my little sister and father. I sat down on my bed and flipped through a few pages of my book, then got up and searched through my messy chest of belongings until my hands pulled out two wooden swords. They were my prized possessions not even my sister knew about them because I kept them hidden. I wouldn't want my father to figure out I had taken them from the barracks. I shoved them in my shirt and ran out to the courtyard to practice some moves on the trees. I did this everyday hoping to someday train as a warrior. I tried to make sure that the gardeners weren't around while I did this. I don't think they would appreciate me destroying the trees. The evening wore on and the sun began to set. I was wondering why no one had told me to come inside yet. Usually at the first sign of the sunset my mother would come out and bring me to dinner. I sat under a large tree and stared into out pond. It was nice to just kick back every once in a while instead of being angry at something. Still the night wore on, as minutes became hours and still no sign of my mother. I was angry with her I thought she had forgotten all about me or left me to fend for myself. I angrily threw a rock in the pond. She was the only person I really trusted besides some friends I met at school. I felt betrayed by her not somehow knowing that I needed comforting. I stomped inside after hours of waiting and immediately remembered I had forgotten to hide my swords. My father looked at me and then down at the swords and back again. He looked ...scared? It couldn't be he was the most powerful man in the world and I was a thirteen-year-old boy with two wood swords. "Where did you get those," he yelled at me rushing to yank them from my hands. I didn't have enough time to reply before he spoke again this time with more anger, "how dare you steal from me I am your father I have given you everything. This is how you show respect?" I just glared at him. It was so unfair that he always ruined everything. "You are no child of mine," he growled. Then with a flick of his tail he said to his guards, "get this runt out of my palace." I didn't wait for the guards to take me. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me and didn't stop. This couldn't be happening it wasn't happening. I couldn't feel my legs anymore, but I pushed on. I didn't want my dad to catch me and I didn't want my mother she betrayed me. She left me to die. I knew one thing and that was I would never go back there again.
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