The giants were, of course, the superior lifeform. If any of the 'smaller folk' try and disagree, well... there'd simply be another stain on the ground to clean. But even the giants had a hierarchy they abided by.

For centuries, there had been one family even larger than the average. Of course, they were the royals. Violent, ill tempered, would quite literally eat anything smaller than them that ticked them off.

In fact, one small village of the 'tiny nuisances' had gotten on their last nerve. Their response? A swift roundup of some of the little vermin, women, children, it didn't matter. You'd been caught with them, and kept in an oversized kitchen for days.

You'd watched in horror as some of your fellow humans were slowly picked off, or killed in front of you to be used as mere ingredients. And you dreaded the fact the same would soon happen to you.

Soon enough the day came, and a servant grabbed you roughly. There was no bothering with a serving tray, you simply fit in the palm of his hand. Before you knew it, you were dropped on an oversized golden plate.

"Your lunch, your highness."

And with that, the servant left. And you were royally screwed.