Good evening, children. It's Granny McDuff, ready with a story. So make yourselves comfy, and I'll begin.

Once upon a time, there lived a prince who was determined to conquer the entire world.

Every country, every city, every nook and cranny.

He wanted to rule it all.

The prince was terribly wicked.

He showed no mercy.

His soldiers were worth than demons, and they set fire to every household who did not

bend the knee to the prince. The wicked prince was more than feared. He took hold of everything

he conquered and soon had a fortune so huge, so vast, that none could

ever match it. In his own kingdom, no one knew how wicked the prince was. Instead, they

thought him a great ruler, bringing glory to their country.

He built palaces, the likes of which no one had ever seen.

So grand, so magnificent, that when they looked upon him, the people would exclaim,

what a great prince!

The prince built a palace just for his gold and riches,

so that he might look upon them whenever he liked and see them all in one place. But soon,

he wanted more. Conquering the world was not enough. In the past, he had sent his army out again and again,

to find another country, another town, and to bring all the riches home.

But now greed had set in,

and the prince not only wanted to be the king of kings, he wanted to be the greatest

warrior the world had ever known. Of course he was not. He was a terrible fighter. And so he took his

great generals with him and kept them close.

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