Chapter 2
Ben looked around. He was not in al battle field. He was in his own bunk in the Castle Ward, the place for parentless children, otherwise known as the orphanage. He was not a thirty-year old king, he was his normal sixteen year-old self. His friends were asleep in their own bunks, unaware that Ben was awake. He waited for his heart to stop pounding out of his chest and he finally got up and went to the privy. After he finished his business he washed his face and went back to bed only to find that he couldn't sleep. Finally, after ten minutes, he got up and decided to go for a walk. He grabbed his cloak and put on his leather boots and quietly slipped out the door.
He strolled down the path to the main part of the village. The village was a big one, it was the village at Castle Araulen. The giant spiraling towers and walls created an immensely terrifying state, yet it was also very beautiful. It was crafted by the finest architects in the land. The towers and walls created a sense of beauty and grace, where the whole layout of the castle would be very difficult to take under siege. The woodlands were cut back an entire kilometer from the castle, making a surprise attack impossible. The walls towered over people at a good height of thirty meters. To make matters more difficult, archers were stationed on 360 degree towers that could launch a volley of arrows on the attacking enemy.
Ben made a lap through the village and headed back to the ward which was on the far east side of the village. When he returned he found the sun just coming up. He hung his cloak and dressed himself in his day to day clothes. Finally, when he was finished, he and his friend, Tyler, went to get breakfast in the cafe.
