When the first new moon rose, Queen Dorrance gave birth to a prince, and the whole country rejoiced. When the moon was full, under night, the mob rushed into the palace, and a massacre was going on. The queen and the emperor were killed that night, and the prince who was full moon was missing. The emperor's brother, Prince Lavache, led troops to suppress the riot. After that, the prince ascended the throne with the support of ministers, and the new regime began.
One rainy night fourteen years later, a man picked up a homeless child on the street. He stretched out his hand and asked, "What's your name?"
The street boy looked at the man warily, holding the only piece of food in his arms.
"Come with me and you can have something to eat." The man said in a low voice.
The waif held out his hand. "Really?" The man held his hand, "You'll know when you get there."
The author has fantasy tendencies, so please bring your own lightning rod. The table will be exposed.
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