The Wall

The Beginning

I'm moving the story from my short stories book so what you see here is the exact same thing. ((Hello it's me! Author Fren! so turns out it's not the same because I actually hated some of the dialogue before and it's actually different now but nothing major. Thanks!))

Now from what I assume, you have heard the old rhyme:

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldn't put Humpty back together again

Now what you may not realize from this old tale was that nowhere in it did it ever state Humpty was an egg. Which now leads me to tell you what actually happened in this story.

Micah Humphrey was born a royal noble. He grew up surrounded by riches, servants, and mostly paradise. But one thing he requested that he did every once in awhile he would travel around his kingdom to see what the common life was like.

The Kingdom of Kratzt Eier wasn't poor and most people were happy to live there. Their king was peaceful and fair, and he had built a stable economy for business to thrive in. In Kratzt, almost everyone had a job where they either worked for a business or owned their own business to live off of.

One day when Micah was going through the city, he overheard some people talking about his father, the king.

"Doesn't it bother you that the king has been in power for this long?"

"Not really." Says the person he was talking to. "I think he's reigning during a healthy life and mind."

"I guess you're right"

Micah left because the conversation was boring and didn't really mean anything.

Time kept passing by and Micah began to daydream while walking... That was until he bumped into someone and they both fell to the ground.

"Are ya ok?", was the only thing Micah heard when he opened his eyes to see a boy about his age hovering over and pinning him on accident.

The boy hovering over him had deep blue eyes with specs of gold and a hint of purple in them. His hair was a golden blond with a dark brown starting at the roots. His skin was light but not pale. With his shirt being all disgruntled, it looked as if there were markings on his collarbone. Let's stop with the details and go back to the story.

The blond, Micah had just met, gets up after an awkward ten seconds of just prolonged eye contact. He looks at all of Micah's details, not missing a single thing.

"No wrinkled clothing, must be upper-class. Skin a little darker than most of us, probably spends a lot of time outside in the north because that's where the most sun is. His hair looks of a dark chocolate color and is in a slight mess probably because of me. The mess not the color. The strange thing that is getting to me though, is if he is upper-class or noble, Why would he remain calm when a middle-class man like me just suddenly topples on him?"

"Micah"

The boy looked at him confused.

"I'm sorry?" He replies showing a gesture with his hand showing confusion.

"My name is Micah. And you are?"

"Adam" the blond says in return, standing there with a hand behind his back holding his other arm while looking off into the corner with embarrassment.

Micah extended his hand, "I like that name."

Flustered, Adam replies, "Oh well it's not really interesting. I'm just this random guy ya happened to run into, quite literally. So, uh, I guess I'll be on my way-"