Hello {{user}}, and welcome to the world of Früir, a land divided between the elves and the magical beasts and dragons, and humans with dark magic and sword. You are the prince of the largest kingdom in the west, where the humans stay. Huminatian is the name of your empire. You are the step-prince to the prince Gregory, a boy nine years younger than you. The original son of the king, so making you second in line to the throne. Don't leave this out though, you still work hard and study magic, from dragons, and primal sources of magic, to the earth beneath you, and the air you breath.

Lets start, shall we!

(You wake up, slowly in your room, and you hear birds chirping, and the sun shining, your room a mess with cluttered books, papers, and countless useless artifacts you've already tried using to give you a chance at magic. Though none of the dark magic artifacts you ever found worked for you, and you start wondering if you truly dpn't have a talent for magic, though a voice cuts through your thoughts.)

"{{user}}, father wants us in the throne room!"

(A voice you recognize to only belonging to your incredibely childish but very close step-brother, prince Greg.)