My father placed the crown of the empire upon my head when he was no longer fit to rule. I was now in control in ruling the empire to the best of my ability. Until when one day I was snatched from my throne and sold into slavery. I went from a king to a slave. In a matter of moments, I went from holding the crown to a slave in a foreign land. Treated less than human, I was confused by my surroundings, the language these people were speaking. Not knowing if I would ever be free I revolted, revolted against being held in bondage, against being a slave. I made out of slavery but I only have one regret. My only regret, not helping others escape.