Having been seized, I thought it was over. It was just a little while ago I was traveling down a small dirt road to a small village where I heard a blacksmith lived. This blacksmith was said to forge the strongest swords in all the world. On my way to see him I was abruptly stopped by the emperor's men. Taken out of my quest, I was brought to what I thought would be a deep, dark, and smelly prison. Instead, I found myself treated as a royal- better treatment than I had ever found in Mazdis, where I lived a rich and lavish lifestyle. I take a deep breath, and pull out my sword. Weird I find it that the king left me with a weapon- a tool with which to kill. Had he wished, I could have been stripped down, but no, he left me clothed and armed with a weapon, one which I new too well I could use to a deadly extent. Everything seems confusing, and hopefully should be revealed to me soon- rarely does the antagonist take someone such as myself without reason. I take another breath, put away my sword, and take a sip of sweet wine. How terrible to be stuck in paradise.