Once upon a time there was a very rich and powerful king...he had a prince. This prince was so well known and so very hot. Everyone wanted a piece of him. The young, the old (hehe), woman, men...but not everyone could have him. One day the prince left his home in search of a sacred treasure. He didn't tell anyone of his leave. For he did not want anyone to follow him. Who could blame him? Being alone with someone so fine is kind of hard to leave alone...if you know what I mean.

As he traveled he became weary and decided to rest. He went to a small village on the outskirts of his village. He walked to the hotel place where everyone was staring at him like a piece of meat. He got a room, where he would sleep that night, and leave early. He wanted to get back to his village in at least a week...he didn't want to waste all his time on this journey.

He left the small village at 4 in the morning. He walked, and walked some more. After about a days worth of traveling he came across a small hut. He looked inside and saw that it was obviously abandoned. So taking this as a small sign, he decided to stay the night. He was getting closer to the place of the treasure, and figured he could stop. Tomorrow he would go all day and night; he would make it there in time. He laid awake thinking about his leadership, and how handsome he was. "Not everyone is lucky like me, to have riches, looks, and a good home" that man said. He awoke a couple of hours later startled. He looked around frantically. "What was that?" Before he knew it he was in a sack and dragged out of the hut. He fell unconscious, after being hit with what felt like a bat, but later found out it was a sledge hammer (you'd think he'd die?). He heard talking. "What are we going to do now..." he fought his way through the sack, and looked at his would-be-kidnappers and started to run. The guys saw this and ran after him, sledge hammer in hand. They tackled him to the ground. "Do you know who I am? Im the pr-" he was hit with the sledge hammer, so he didn't finish his story. Later, a young, and quite handsome man, came walking through the same area where the prince was beating with a sledge hammer. He saw the body sticking out of sand and ran over. "Are you ok?" the man asked..."uguhgugh" was his reply. "Could you speak up? Ewe, take a shower!" then the man realized that this man was hurt. He took him straight to the hospital.

The man paced outside the room where the prince resided. The doctor came out about 5 hours later. "Well? How is he?" the man asked. "He's fine, living anyway. Though im sorry to say we couldn't save his face." The doctor said. The man looked at him puzzled, "What do you mean?" he asked. "Well, his face was beaten in with what looks like a hammer of some sort, and we could only do so much... we reconstructed his face the best we could...but i must warn you, it's not a pretty sight."

The man rushed in to see the prince, he looked at him and what he saw took 40 years off his life. MAN was he ugly. He had a huge nose, ugly eyes. And where they had to replace hair they just added side burns, he didn't seem to have much of a chin and a huge fore head. There was little they could do about his hair. It was damaged badly and all they could do is put it in a low ponytail.

Finally he was able to return to his kingdom where he was quickly sent away for being so ugly. In attempt to find somewhere that would accept him he stayed in the nearest village he tried to make friends there, to let him stay. The elder of the village finally allowed him to stay, but decided it to be best to give him a new name along with his new life. Uglee was his name, Lee for short. Later forming a group called the White Tigers. The old name of his kingdom...

THE END

True story...ask him sometime. How do I know you ask? I was the man, who helped, and nourished him, and lost my eyesight and had to get surgery might I add...so there you have it, the tale of the ugly lion.