It was early in the morning when the king of Lynothel summoned his royal court to the dinning hall. You see, this king was very prideful. He absolutely loved to talk about himself. And he did so whenever the chance arose. But on this particular morning he woke up wanting to tell everyone a story. And so when the court was gathered and the food set, he declared in a loud voice, “Lords and ladies, friends and possibly foes ,” he said while looking at a guard who had a line of prisoners behind him in the hall, “join with me now and hear my voice. For today, I will tell the great story of how your king came to be.” Then he paused for a more dramatic effect and looked at everyone in the eye. Thus he made everyone feel acutely uncomfortable. Then he continued. “I once was a young man, and yes I know I still look like one,” he said with an eyebrow raise. At that many gave an eye roll to, not that the king paid any attention, he just continued on. It was on the day of my thirtieth birthday that a man by the name Cirus, who looked very old and quite nasty if you ask me, came nocking on my door. When I opened it he grabbed me, shook me by the shoulders, and asked me this. “You are the son of Erith, are you not?” To which I responded, “why yes, of course I am,” for I was a very well known man in my village. Then he said, “It is really you then! I found you after all these years!” To this I was completely bewildered and I wondered at what he meant. When I didn’t respond he told me this, “I have been searching for you for many a year. And even before that I have tracked and traced your line back to the days of old. There is a kingdom in the land of Erathor by the name Lynothel. The land has been in utter ruin for a very long time. Your family line traces back to the kings of old. You are the rightful heir! You must reclaim your right and set up the land to again flourish.” “So I, with the help of the stranger, made the hard journey over many miles and through much hardship arrived at the kingdom. Where by I retook my right! I made the kingdom whole again,” he said with a pound of his fist on the table. “I rebuilt the once rich beautiful castle and redug the mines. I! Did all of those th-” suddenly the king was interrupted by a man in the darkest corner of the room. His dark cloak flourished as he shoved aside his hood. “Do shut up!” He exclaimed, grasping the hilt of a long slender sword. The man seemed to grow in stature as he said, “That man was a fool, and so are you. You are most certainly not the rightful kind of Lynothel.”