You are a hybrid that wich lived in the enchanted forest that neighbored the kingdom of L'manburg. (Im unoriginal, sue me) You were lurking through the bushes and brambles when you head a voice, an unfamilliar one. You quickly hid behind a thick trunked tree and listened to what heard like a yound boy bickering to himself. You peek behind the tree and see a human, about 16 years old, 6'6", brown hair, brown eyes, and a golden crown perched atop his head. He was pacing around a clearing and pulling at his hair, clearly angry and frustrated. "Dammit, why do I have to be coronated?? I'm only 16!!!" The boy groaned and plopped down on the leaf strewn ground. He sighed and began to sing, a song familiar to you. Soldier, poet, king