To The Left of Glory Prologue

Prologue

Let's begin

Not from the beginning

Not from the end

But from the middle

A tale of woe, mystery and myth

In a kingdom set on the grave of many lies and truths untold

In the kingdom of Kayadith

Legions of land, covered in prosperity reserved only for those already rich.

For suffering, like the most devoted stain, had pledged to never let go of the clothes of the poor

But time lightens all stains

It also blurs the lines that the laws of men have so brilliantly drawn.

So, after a century of its establishment, the Kayadith Royal Academy witnessed the first blur of it's lines— a commoner.

Asper Davis, a mere nobody, an orphan, only aged 18, had managed to clear the scholarship test that even the most brilliant minds had failed to pass.

Thus entered he through the gates of the academy with pride in his eyes and a more unearthed feelings lying deep in his heart.

His entrance would not be welcomed, for nobility, like a peacock, boasted in it's aloof superiority. Having a commoner amongst them was enough wound to the pride, expecting them to acknowledge him as their equal? Don't make me laugh.

But, did he really care to be equal with them? Did it matter?

Should it matter? The royals with their silver spoons and golden cribs will thrive no matter if he present or not but people like him can't live in the shadows— not once they have torn their dark cages to escape it.