The city was in ruins. People were out in the streets rioting, chanting and raving about the new king that was going to save them from their suffering and poverty. Men of all ages were being taken from their homes to be tested and branded to make sure that they weren't a threat. What happens when one boy is taken away from his group of friends and is the one who is able to pull out the sword? Will he be able to claim the crown and become the born king? Or will everything crumble and shatter around him before he can stop it? This story is taken from my tumblr (spiderboytotherescue) and is the OC version!