It was then, my birthday, November 25 when all started. I was thirteen and turned fourteen years old. Living here in Adamantia, I worked as a farmer with my Uncle Eli and his son Riley. They're not actually my relatives because they always said, I was found on a town street wandering and crying after a car accident happened when I was only one year old.
By the way, my name is Vince. I don't actually have a real name nor family name but Uncle Eli registered me as Vincent Hamilton. Well, living in the farm was a complete disaster. I was more like a slaved compared to Riley who was treated as a prince. Riley, on the other hand, was a stupid spoiled brat. At least, I could call him that in here but there, I was calling him in terms of your majesty or your highness or whatever royalty you could call to kings and queens.
As a young teenager, I couldn't spend my time enjoying stuff, however, I got used to all the work. Planting corns, wheat, plowing and harvesting. That served as my hobby. I also like playing string instruments. I only have a banjo. I found it when a truck came by and it fell into the road. I like singing. Actually, the crops grow healthy whenever I sing. Well, just kidding. However, when I sing, Riley always got jealous that he always told me to stop.
I attended school with Riley. We weren't classmates but we were in the same school. He always embarrassed me in front of everybody including schoolteachers and even the school head. It kept going since I started attending school at the age of six. Now, that I am currently eighth grade, Riley is still on the loose of making my life miserable.
I reckon you don't know me much yet. Well, so was I. I don't know my true being. Who I really was or where did I come from. It made a mystery while I grew up.
So, I guess I told you a bit about me already. It's right for me to tell my story.
But before I start, I want you to answer this riddle.
Blood of Royalty,
Son of Family
Eldest or Youngest,
Wimpish or Bravest