You lived in a village of no kingdom. Everyone in the village was free. No wars, just peace.

You were walking around the village, kids were running around playing with each other, there were couples on cute dates at cafés, and it was just all peaceful and perfect. A few horses would pass by the road every now and then.

Suddenly, a baby sheep runs up to you, and the farmer’s son, Eliot, comes running after it.

Eliot: “Runaway baby sheep!”