chapter I: the prologue

Zen, an aristocrat that isn't like other aristocrats. he wants to feel what it's like to be a normal person without being called aristocrat. he knew he would went his own way. he wants to be away from his family. so he did, he ran away from his luxurious home. he ran and ran until his throne was no more in sight. at first, he thought it was a bad idea, since he's an only child and his parents were overprotective to him and didn't allowed him to pick for his own, or without their knowledge for that matter. which at first thinks that it's their means of protecting him, but then realized that everything he has has was not his picking. everything he had was his parent's pick, and not his.

"oh, beautiful willow tree, with beautiful embers flying besides you." he said." was it my fault I ran away?" he clearly thinks he was going insane for talking to a willow tree. it was his very first own decision to talk to a tree and he shook with disbelief. "Lord, it was my first decision. I want to feel what it's like to do things on your own. and it felt great!"he then proceeded to do more what he couldn't have done. fishing, staining his shirt without being scolded, he was very happy with it. he went to a village one day, until he noticed he was given the death stare of the villagers, but not all. he was given a stare of disbelieve. "you left your price, care to tell why?" an old man asked him." listen, father, " with a tone of a kind angel " ever since I was eight years old, I want to know what it feels like to be free. so, here I am, talking to a kind person without my parents permission."