Writing this "story", which is more of a long fairytale that probably (and hopefully) won't be finished until a long time to come. I'll give a brief summary of what's happened so far, as it's still being written into my life with my life (kinda long): [spoiler]So a young boy wanders through a forest of other lost people who don't have a direction to go in life. A calling from somewhere takes him to a city where he learns to read and write and talk. One day preaching about the city's stature one of the royals tells him to stfu, and the two become friend at a twist. The boy of only 12 is brought into a high society. The boy gets invited to the high class city, as the city he's in currently (as I say this) is very poor due to its location at the base of a volcano. The King of the city's head man is planning on leaving to make their own kingdom in fear of the King's "tyranny". They tell the high-ups, and one of the high ups decides to tell the King about it. The high up who delivered the message fell in love with the person who told the boy to stfu, and the boy became the third wheel and shoulder-to-lean-on in a group of three. The King goes to ask the town who, and the head man frames the messenger. The Boy and the two lovers (along with any others making the pilgrimage) set off the make their own land. Some girl and her friends crash the kingdom causing fights with the stfu girl. The Boy had to make the tough and unbiased decision to either kick the girl and her squad or keep things they were. King kicked the girl and her posey, king starts writing an autobiography.[/spoiler] Opinion?