The Lost Prince Of An Ancient Kingdom

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…And I, the lost prince, was no more than a ghost, a forgotten whisper in the wind, my existence erased by the machinations of those who craved power. The woods had swallowed me whole, and the world believed I was gone forever. The journey that began that night in the whispering woods was not one of escape, but of vanishing. The little boy who had been held in the arms of a loving king, who had clutched a wooden bird, was now just a memory, a shadow lost in the encroaching darkness.