Prologue
__In the kingdom of Shariak, a place of remark and beauty
known for the entrancing flowers, the great King Samuel II
rules the throne with His lovely wife Queen Marianne and
His charming son Prince Sorrevein.
__Prince Sorrevein. Not quite many commoners have been
in his presence, thus very few have seen his face. From his
birth, he had been overly taken care for because of a certain
unknown condition, therefore meaning the only actions
allowed on his own were speaking and slight movement and
such of which as breathing, swallowing, chewing, and other
self-done needs. In order not for the Prince Sorrevein to
weep, they would grant him most anything he wished.
__The prince is a kind and gentle youth of the royal blood.
He does not wish to be so troublesome, so he would ask
for only one wish every year on his birthday, knowing that
the wish would be humane and not too harsh. He often
mourned to go about life on his own soul, though, however,
worried his Father and Mother would not allow such a
selfish thing. So, he'd keep his thoughts on the subject to
himself.
__Today is the Prince Sorrevein's 16th birthday. There will
be a ball held in his honor scheduled in the afternoon, yet
he will sit on his throne and watch the many guests dance
in grace with their partners for the first time. He has yet
to make a wish for this year on the grand day. What will
his wish be?, I wonder.
