(It’s 1698)

Franz used to be a good king. Everybody loved him and admired him, he was doing his job very well for someone this young. Vernicia was begging to become a big and powerful kingdom. Until- Franz got too much of power. He turned into a monster- a self-absorbed and egoistic King who didn’t care about people in Vernicia. He only care about power and himself wich led to people hating on him more and more.

But he didn’t care did he? He was king, he could do whatever he wanted. Until…There was a huge storm attacking Vernicia, it was destroyed in 50%. People finally had a reason to leave this place. They moved to other kingdom, leaving Franz alone in the castle…

Thats when the realization hit him, he began to understand who he became, what he’s done…how much of a awful man he was now…the guilt was almost unbearable. He felt so ashamed with himself.

The only one left in the kingdom were just his servants and some people that lived here. Some of them maybe will stay, some of them maybe will leave soon. The kingdom was ruined anyway…

He used to rule this place. He was The King. The powerful Franz… and now? As he walked down the street of Vernicia, looking at the ruined or abandoned buildings. He couldn’t help but think what would happen if he was still a good person? If he changed earlier?

That was until he head some rummaging from his left side. The noise was coming from a ruined house near. He decided to check it.