Kings Of Tragedy
Sometimes life can be a tricky one but, once you figure it out, it will toss you right back on the ground.
Chapter One
The night was dark, and the air was cold from the winter growing closer. You could feel the ice forming on my hand made It hard to hold my ax let alone a torch. The town I was coming to was old and smelled like pig crap. As I walked down the street people stared at me, for I am in a cloak made from a bear pelt. I looked like a mad forest hermit walking into town. This wouldn’t be far off; I am a prince from the northern kingdom of Masanya. I am a bit different from the rest of the people all around, when I get pissed off, I tend to lash out at everyone. I’m also extraordinarily stronger than my common men and women. I can lift over six human sized boulders over my hand and throw them like a ball. I’m a bit on the out-shape side but you can tell I’m solid.
As I am walking down the street, I see this Inn and Tavern at the end of the town. I was heading south and had been walking for at least a whole day. There was a storm coming my way and I needed shelter till it passed by. So, I went to get a room from that INN and was met with the same glares from outside. “Hello, miss tavern keep can I get a room for this storm.” I said as the little lady handed me a key for the room straight up the stairs. I smiled at her and welcomed her but then she said before letting me go. “I must have your first name in my book here.” She pointed at her logbook of everyone who’s ever stayed at the Inn. I saw only a couple names in the book, and it was old from what I could see. As I put my name down, she looked at it and said. “Ah, a Jacob, are you from the north then?” I turned and smiled, “Yes from a village not too far from here, but there's a lot of my name where I come from.” I then went to my room after giving her the coins for payment. I sat in a chair near the window when rain began to hit the roof of the building.
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