I was sitting at the dinner table, trying to force the last carrot into my mouth. I despise carrots with all my heart and soul. Hezekiah and Thomas, two of my brothers, were sitting across from me, vying for the last orange root. I wondered at how they could actually fight over such a disgusting vegetable. Mother absentmindedly reprimanded them; she being busy trying to get baby William to eat his mush. Whilst he was sparring with Hezekiah, Thomas accidentally jabbed my little sister Miriam with his elbow. She let up a piercing wail.

A history of the world in my Stargonia book/story.
--------------------
A Brief history of Edaled

The sun set hesitant beyond the western world
As if it knew the nameless axe was soon to fall.
Clouds gray and dark above the Alexandri’n shore
Reached down on sunset-gilded wings to touch the earth
And watch with baited breath the passing of the king.

He drew his dying breath and split the world in four.
From earthen grave, immortal Bucephalus wept.
The warrior king of kings went soon his fathers’ way,
But from his hearty, ruthless stock, so swiftly cut,
Sprang younger, greener shoots to rule the world.

It was the date April eighteen, the year seventeen seventy-five,
And so t’was that important day the minutemen woke at night.
In sleep they were disturbed by the cries of William and Paul
Letting the English army’s presence be known that night to all.
The next morning a small group waited, it was April nineteen,
And the Englishmen were then there to fight and be seen.
They reached the town of Lexington, and the farmers waited
As the sun rose the moon went down, and so slowly faded.

I walk slowly up the hill. The chilly wind sweeps down from somewhere outside this world, and rushes past me in a flurry of illusive wonder. Out beyond the little patch of green I stand on, the trees stretch out in rolling splendor to the horizon—and slowly, slowly they’re turning crimson, and orange, and gold.

- To Warren. H. Carroll -

The room was dark. It hurt her eyes to have it lighted more than dimly. Her head ached regardless. She was queen, and she was dying. Dying. And had no heir.
She sighed heavily. She was faintly aware of having done so several times within the last five minutes. And her weary mind kept on its futile trek around and around in a circle of indecision. Every time she came back to the thought of her young cousin, in France, she would linger and sigh.
He said her cousin couldn’t be queen.

It is ever so much harder to appreciate beauty, truth, wisdom, simplicity, etc., when you are surrounded by new cars, huge houses, the latest styles, a million things of convenience, violent and literally disgusting movies, obnoxious and wretched music, and all manner of offensive advertisement.