I am King. Well, at least I should be. Twenty-five years ago, before I was born, this place was peaceful. Resources were plentiful, and there was no need to fight. The streams ran clear and cool and provided water to help cultivate the fields. Everyone had a specific job that was determined by their skills. No need for currency because everything was traded, everything was equal. It was paradise on the outskirts of the galaxy. We did not contact anyone outside our planet for fear that we may be subdued to a harsher leadership. The peace lasted for decades after the last Great Battle. My people never dreamed we would be uncovered by any other being. Fools, if you ask me, because nothing ever lasts. My people believed in vain and when the time came when we were discovered, the enemy more hideous that could have ever been imagined.
My kingdom, my planet, is now parasite-ridden. The Monsters showed up unexpectedly and in such vast numbers my people could barely retaliate. The enemy destroyed half the place looking for resources, and places to live, my people fought wildly. However, the battles were hopeless. The decades of peaceful times made my people pathetic, vulnerable, and sluggish. Now I and the kindred of my generation is being raised in blood as we try to save our planet. Together with a host of rebels I will remove the Monsters from my home. Oh yes, I forgot to mention my name is Wulfric. I am a King without a realm, but I will save this place and become the ruler my people deserve.
