One KinG To WaTcH The HoRSeMeN FaLL.

There once lived a young prince. Being born in royal blood, he was supposed to be given the honour of the throne and rulership of the country. He was expected to succeed and bring peace to the lands over which his kind has ruled over for centuries and centuries. But that wasn't to be.

One day, the young prince walked past the castle gates into the peasant lands and there he met strange people. These people wore different clothes from him, had a different life. One with little riches, but a whole lot of smiles.

What he saw touched him so much, he could feel so much love from these people, all the happiness they had in them of a simple life, where it was fun. Love, family love, laughter, being there for one another, somewhere amidst the rule of the tyrannous king.

The young prince frequently went out of the city gates, just to simply watch these people play and live, so much so that he decided that he was to never return back into the high and dark castle walls again.

Now outside, he vowed never to return to the haunted fortress. Inside, lay many secrets. Stories of tyranny unheard of before, treachery and betrayal all unspoken of, violence and petty squabbles turned bad, all these, left unleaked through the walls. Stories that the prince know are true, but men know as myths. But those that escape were whispers of deviant juvenile fables of the young prince, echoing throughout the village.

Cornered and homeless, the young prince found a young man. He was kind enough to let the prince seek shelter, and even gave the prince something to eat everyday. He even gave the prince 5 gold pieces a day. Feeling sorry, the prince helped to plough the lawns and occasionally cleaned up the stable, clearing the ever growing pile of hay, silently redeeming the debt that he now owed.

Every night, the prince would cry himself to sleep, wishing that he was a gallant and fierce knight, eager to end the rule of the vicious king and free the people. "These people are blind. They don't know what a good life there is outside these walls. They don't know how lost and free life can be."

The prince would awaken after this dream, realizing that he, was the one that's lost. Lost, in his fantasy of ever waking up and getting out of this rule. But he should stop wishing or dream of it. For all the endless nights and tears are building. And he knows he's not going to get what he wants: To be home, to be equal. And for the king to retire, and never awake.

Because it only happens in fairy tales.