I came from a rich family from a country so small it could easily be swept off the face of the earth. My mother had died when I was quite young and my father was left with a mansion from my mother's side, servants, and me, an animal of a child to take care of. While things seemed hopeless for my poor old father, a miner that purely got lucky and found my mother, he continued to work hard as ever, to keep the inheritance, to pay all the servants, and to raise me, a stubborn unwelcoming child. He could have easily given up, lose the entire house, send me to an orphanage, and go on with his life supporting only himself but, no, he was persistent, and he wanted to continue until he could go no further.

And so he dug and dug in the mines, while I was set aside and treated like a princess. The servants would take care of me the entire day as my father worked in the mines relentlessly. Everyday, he would come back right before I went to sleep and kiss me goodnight and the next day, he would be gone before sunrise and the whole cycle would start over again. And so the days went on and on. Years passed and I continued to be an idle child, not knowing anything at all, besides ordering around servants. My body grew and grew while my mindset stayed a baby, helpless and always crying for attention. I ordered servants to do everything for me, for that's what I thought I was supposed to do. My attitude was cruel and horrifying, yet I did not know back then. I grew up thinking that I was always right and that everyone else was wrong. Never happy or satisfied, life dragged on, miserable for everyone. I continued being a spoiled and terrible child until one event that drastically changed me.