So. I wrote this chapter in the car. It starts a few years later, so no baby kyle. I want to get this chapter done, so we can have a short name. Yeah, there'll still be longer breaks between chapters. Let's start!

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Hirew was the castle cook's son. He normally fetched wood, and stoked the kitchen fires. However, today was kylemodius 's 4th birthday. Earlier, one of the servants had told him to tell his father that for Kylemodius's birthday, he needed to make a five tier, chocolate cake.

He reached his father, and said "you're suppose to make a chocolate cake for kylemi- kylemi- uh," he stuttered over the name, having trouble pronouncing it.

 "Oh for goodness sake," his father said " just call him kyle. "

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Later that week, everyone was calling him kyle. Kylemodius was incredibly hard to pronounce, and a nightmare to spell. Of course, nobody dared to call him that before the king or queen. It was just there so the servants of a lower class could call him something other than 'his royal highness, the prince.'

Eventually, it stuck, and, most people just called him kyle.

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Wow. No idea, at all.

By the way, I was thinking. Think about how many people die in car crashes and other things every day. Now, think about all of those authors who just suddenly stop writing. I've decided, that if I suddenly disappear for five years without warning, I'm dead. Okay? 

Also, I'M NUMBER 140 IN PRESSURE!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!! also, please comment on my story, so I actually know people read this. Until next time.