All my life I thought about one thing
–Myself. You could call me a selfish or an egotistic, and believe me, I was.
Then came a change, a series of incidents that turned me into a dream-chaser, a
sailor, a merchant, a prisoner, a puppet, a fighter and a hope for my family,
whose lives were cursed by nature and tormented by an intoxicated king.
Let’s
begin this tale with the night when I left my home. The reason was simple; I
had my own dreams while my father’s were different. Once at dinner, the debate
for my future broke out. As expected my mother was at his side but I knew she
too didn’t want me to get involve in royal affairs. “Those politicians are
multi-masked people. No one knows what they think. They will smile at you,
greet you and even celebrate with you. But when you turn around, they’ll never
miss a chance to incise a knife in your back,” she always told me. The dispute ended as I left my half-eaten
dinner. I was so annoyed that even the scrumptious cuisine of my mother
flavoured tasteless. I hurried to my room and dropped myself on the bed.
Whether it was my determination or ignorance, I didn’t know, at mid-night I
decided to leave the city.