Sometimes he wished he could go back, back to the days before fantasy became reality, back to when stories were just stories and he could spend his time dreaming about going on adventures with the mythical kings and queens of old. It was so much simpler then. He didn't realize that when the dream came true that there would be so much fear and blood and death, or that the ancient kings and queens would work their ways into his heart only to leave him alone once again.
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