Tales of the Kingdom of Havenport
Queen Vinny of the Kingdom of Havenport was like many rulers in some ways. She had children, three boys, who were the apple of her eye. She had servants, who catere to her every whim. And she lived in a splendid castle with chambers upon chambers of riches. But she was unlike other rulers in one way: She did not deem one son as her heir. Rather, she decreed all three princes would rule the kingdom equally when she passed on.
On a bright summer day, the three princes, Alvin the Brave, Simon the Wise, and Theodore the Kind were in their royal bedroom, exitedly discussing what their mother had told them at breakfast. "A new member of the family? Another brother? Awesome! Wonder what he'll be like?" Theodore wondered. "I hope he's intellegent. I could use someone like that to have intellegent conversations with." Simon said. "Hope he knows how to cook. It'd be nice to compare, maybe combine recipies." Theodore said. "I hope he's athletic. I could use someone like that to spar with." Alvin said.
Suddenly, they heard their mother's voice. "Boys, come down! There's someone here you should meet." The boys ran down the stairs. They saw their mother and a young chipmunk about their age. He had blond hair, emerald green eyes, and when he spoke, his voice was as pleasent as a gentle breeze in spring. "Top o' th' mornin', sires. Me name is Noah." he said, bowing. Alvin clapped him on the shoulder. "So, Noah, what are your interests?" he asked. "Well, I love to read, write, cook, spar, joust, and sing." Noah said. The three princes looked at each other and back at their new brother. He was perfect.
