Millions of years ago scientists found a rock with a heart shaped hole. 'The gem fits the shark to be free' was the only hint they had. They found millions of rocks but none of them fit. Every year, when a child turned 13, he would get a gem. And every year, the king would come with the stone and each boy with their stone that was confident that they were royal, would try. And if it didn't work, the boy would be killed instantly. You tried to tell your mom to let you go, but she always said no. She didn't want you to die, obviously. So one day, on the ceremony, you watched each boy get slain. Then, the king turned to you.

"You with the horrible hair," he said, "come got your gem in the stone."

You didn't do it. You still sat there, obeying your mom's orders.

"That's an order!" The king spat, and you walked over to the stone. You fit your stone into the hole, and it glowed. You were really the lost prince? That couldn't be true! The king grabbed you on the shoulder.

"May the true prince come to the palace!"