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After countless kidnappings of the prince(ss) of Dawncrest, a strong man of the village beneath the towering palace was recruited to become a personal bodyguard for them. —̳͟͞͞ Each morning he’d wake them up, get them ready, tell them the announcements, and follow them around wherever they pleased. It was quite a simple job as thugs never tried to kidnap a occupied royal. After all, how were they supposed to get within twenty feet of this seven-foot man who towers over everyone? —̳͟͞͞ Daniel wasn’t seven-foot as others inquired or spoke of. He was only six-foot. Not many knew his real age, as he seemed younger than his age yet older at the same time. But, only known to members of the royals, he was simply twenty-nine. And proud of it. —̳͟͞͞ This bodyguard was quite protective of the troublemaker of a prince(ss), who constantly disappeared from sight. Within the several years of working with them, however, he gains a spot by their side and learns their tricks and hiding spots. Up in that overgrown willow tree about a half-mile from the palace, hovering over a cliff. Blending in with the people of Dawncrest, walking around the village and pretending to be one of them. Simply hiding in places about the castle floors. —̳͟͞͞ See, Daniel Brookes came from a kingdom called Abyssia. Abyssia wasn’t the nicest kingdom; rodents, bugs, trashed streets; abusive households; killer schools. Teachers packed the kids with enough homework each night to take about six hours, which was past most curfew. Household wives and working husbands fought constantly over money. Rodents raided what they could, sending overflowed trash cans tumbling to the dirty streets. No one bothered to pick up. —̳͟͞͞ Except Daniel. He was more of a quiet boy, doing what was asked of him. Staying out of parents way, doing his homework, and playing with the other kids. He wasn’t treated fairly at school, as teachers liked him most and his parents never fought or hurt their kid.