Quickly, I realized that I needed a name. A good name was needed for this city, and I called upon my court.
In my head court was the head farmer, Gelfie, the head animal tender, Smooth, the head priest, Brian, the head blacksmith, Clay, and the head baker, Bread. I also invited representatives to the meeting.
The representative of the sheeps was a pink sheep named Fluffy. The representative of the pigs was a really big pig named Bulk. The representative of the chickens was a rooster named Cocky. The representative of the cows was an actually smarter cow named Lop. The representative of the horses was a gorgeous black steed named Star. The representative of the wolves was a calm looking wolf named Breeze. The representative of the ocelots was an ocelot named Fidget.
I sat at the head of the table. Proud as could be. Glefinnan ruined the life of so many people as they ruined his, but now I show him that punishing the people who punished you is not the way.
All the people of my town murmured and talked amongst themselves. As everyone settled down I cleared my throat. Every creature went silent.
"Great people," a grumble went up in the animal section. "And animals," I added. "Today I have brought us together to discuss an important matter!"
"Which is?" Cocky said, rudely interrupting me. Everyone looked at me to see what punishment I would give him, but I just continued.
"As I was saying, we went from just me to a tribe, then to a village, and finally to this town!" I said this with power.
"Yay!" howled Breeze the wolf. Cheering ran out through the hall. I lifted my hands for silence.
"As a town, we are worthy of a name. A name that our enemies won't forget!" Again cheering went around. I lifted my hands for silence.
"I have called you here to discuss this matter. We should all be able to contribute to the name," I told the calmed table.
"I have an idea!" said Fluffy the sheep. I nodded for her to go on. "I think our town should be called Sheepville because of all the sheep here!"
"That is a good idea, but let' see what others say," I said as I jotted down the name in a journal.
"Boo!" shouted Star the horse. I looked at the black steed.
"Do you have any ideas?" I asked the horse.
"Of course I do. I think this town should be called...should be called Steedstown!" Star cried, full of confidence.
"Good idea, Star! Why don't we take a look at some other ideas," I said. I jotted that down too.
"M...madam?" Fidget the ocelot said, shaking with nervousness.
"Yes my dear Fidget?" I asked. This was the first time Fidget has said anything at this meeting.
"I...Could it be called Paradise?" Fidget asked, his eyes darting around the room.
"That is what this place is, a paradise!" Brian the priest said.
"Indeed it is!" I said, jotting that down. "Any other ideas?"
"Villager Land!" cried Clay the baker.
"No! It should be called Chicken Rule!" said Cocky.
"No! Wolf Land!"
"No! Land of Villagers!"
"Ice Kingdom!"
"The World of Animals!"
"The Horrible Cows!"
Ideas popped up left and right as I busily wrote everything down. Finally everyone was out of ideas. I put down my journal and looked at everyone.
"Now, we'll have a vote. Sounds good?" I asked. Approval went down the table.
"Say I if you think Villager Land should be the name?" I said. A couple Is went back and forth.
After tedious hours of voting, Paradise and Villager Land were tied. The two sides argued their point, creatures switched sides as they were swayed.
"I think," I said after quiet watching, "That this wonderful land should be called...United Lands!" Animals and villagers alike nodded their heads.
"We are united as one! We are a land of joy! We! Are! The! United! Lands!" I cried.
"United Lands! United Lands! United Lands!" the creatures of the table cried. Chanting our town's name. I could've never been prouder.
Within a week, I had invited some carpenters to our town. The United Lands grew in size daily till we were no longer a town. We were a big city!
I put up two banners after some mobs attacked. One was a banner saying United Lands on it, and the other was a cage with all hostile mobs in it. Standing over the cage was me, with a flag in hand that read United Lands.
By the time I was twelve, the big city became a ruling empire. We were well known throughout the lands. I could just feel Glefinnan being crushed by my glory. This was my best dream! This was the United Lands!