I dream of the world outside, of trees.
People say they are green, some say they are brown.
I think they are both.
Like I, both human and a monster.
I live below the dungeons, below the royal kitchen and way below the throne. That is where my family sits. Ruling over a whole kingdom hiding a secret.
I am their secret.
A maze created explicitly for a beast like I. A monstrosity concocted by my own mother and father. An accident. From birth, I was raised to be better, to be faster to be the best. A son worthy of a King, a God but I was neither.
So here I sit on a wooden stool throne, a disfigured prince in the centre of a maze, alone.
Every first day of a new month. A new group of young men and women shall enter my maze and…
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