Rolling hills, deep rich valleys, rivers of cool clean water. This was the magical land of Misthaven.
It was filled with exotic luscious plants, intelligent animals, and brave people. The magic flowed through the land and ignited the spark of life in the world.
Today had dawned bright and clear. The sun shone bright on the world. It was Prince Allen's fifteenth birthday—his coming-of-age ceremony.
His father Mana entered his bedroom. "I have a gift for you, my dear son."
The two opened the closet to get the royal emblem, Crown Clown, only to find a servant, Miranda, trying it on.
"Hey take it off!" Allen said. "Servants should never wear crowns!"
"Allen!" Mana said. "It doesn't matter if we are royals; every one of our subjects deserves love and respect. Miranda, may I have the crown?"
Miranda shakily handed it over, grateful that she was not in trouble. "What's the purpose of the ball today, little prince?"
"It's in honor of my birthday!" Allen said.
"Not so, Allen." Mana said. "Today's ball is to honor the people and show them what a good king you will be someday."
Allen looked up in respect of his father, finally understanding what a good king was as Mana put the crown on his head.
The three admired the view, to which a quivering Mana suddenly collapsed.