(Introduction)
My father told me stories,
Before there were gods, before there was anything, the world was created with ash and dust, a place named Spidey. And today's story is going to be a special one,
a story of hope.
One day in this new world there was a young boy.
He did not have much, he begged on the streets to gain just a little bit of money to be able to survive to the next day, the only thing the kid could do was admire the castle on top of a hill, right at the centre of the kingdom he was in, a lavish castle with guards with shiny metal armour always guarding it, yet the young boy lived in the slums of this place, as there were people who were malnourished and full of disease all around the streets, the castle towered over the land blocking every bit of light that tried to land on him, the castle looked like a home for the gods themselves. The boy did not have anything.
He had neither wealth nor a family he could call his own,
he was all alone.
Yet he always wanted a community, respect and most of all a place to call home,
he wanted to become a king, as he stretched his hands towards the castle he believed he could one day reach the life he always dreamed of having, he was so close yet so far from the thing he desired most, but I can tell you that this boy never stopped chasing that dream,
the dream of having the world in his hands.