I sit alone for minutes and try to process the information received.It seams that I am some f*****g… thing… which is kind of some war machine… that comes from a kind of arrogant and crazy king, but damn strong. I'm mystical. And the icing on the cake is that I'm the life dream of this madman who is unfortunately our king.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
What good joke!
So I can't stop laughing. God! I say while my laughter is no longer laughing but something sinister that scares me too. I'm going crazy…
I am some f*****g monster!
"No, you are not…"
"When you hear the story from the king's mouth, you don't really want to argue on this subject." I say totally confused.
"The king is only looking at what suits him. An Arcadian wolf is more than that. ”
I sigh and look at the door. There is no one.
