"so, you're telling me that you broke into my home, not to kidnap me, but claim that i was a king in my past life?" my frail hands rose to cross over one another, as i glared doubtfully at the intruders which now bowed before me.

"this is ridiculous."

"but doesn't it make sense to you?" one of the two probable murderers shot back at me. she was a young woman, looked about in her twenty's, yet she also resembled a stick as she wore armour too big for her. her small hight didn't stop aggravation and power showing through though, especially as she'd rissen to her feet into a pose that looked as if she were about to strike me.

"is that any way to treat your king?" i muttered sarcastically. my new 'friend' stamped her foot in frustration.

"the old king vanished. 18 and a bit years ago. the day you were born! her head was cut right off and-" the small angry child like woman stepped towards me to point at my neck, but i instinctively stepped back, "there's a mark going all the way round. does that not seem strange to you?"

i shook my head firmly as her eyes drifted to meet mine. i moved my eyes away. the woman child looked at her partner behind her in defeat, who was still kneeling on the floor. with a shrug, he pushed himself off the ground.

"the past king had been a great ruler, but the new is tearing this land apart." his grey eyes seemed to burrow into me with despair and anger, "you have the power to save this kingdom. but by doing nothing you will end us all."

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hello! this is my first post here :D

i don't really know much about writing or stories, but i came here to learn so any feedback would be appreciated! i'm sorry if this was a little cringy, it was the only idea that came to mind.