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Once it was a beautiful world. A world that I ruled over with my knights. The knights I loved and trusted with my life. But one day it ended. One by one they died only to leave the king and a prince. The prince went on a journey to find those who were lost. He didn’t come back. And I was left to rot in my immortal castle knowing everything I had ever loved was gone. I continue my endless search to find my kingdom. Every day is silent. An empty world with me, The King Of Seven. I try to create new knights, but they always die. Why was I left? Was it a sign that I had done wrong, because I failed as king?! What did I do?! I loved them with all my heart!
I understand why this happened. I am the King of silence. A king of no one but himself. The king of his own mind. A king who ruled over imaginary people. I still rule the kingdom, the empty kingdom. I decided to move to a mortal world and pretend to be them. I created new things. But people came to take them away. I wanted to keep my things so decided to join them. I didn’t have a name, I was just called “Seven” so I came up with a random name, “Clyde Warren” I would use this name and try to enjoy their lives. Being myself, I am sad and lonely. Being someone else is happy and exiting.
