Ken and the others pulled their selves on the land. Ken helped one another get down, and finished off by grabbing all the things they would need to survive. They wondered off on the island. There were some Diamonds, also known as the 'ones' who marched towards them.

"Who may you be?" 

A royal king said, cheering firmly and speaking regal. He kicked a rock at Ken, who fell in the sand and his face landed on the edge of the water. The soldiers helped him up and turned back to the king. 

"Your majesty," 

Ken began as he bowed in the ground, getting his knees and bottom pants wet. The king nodded and waved his hand in the air. 

"Continue saying your words."

The king exclaimed as he threw some sand in the air, dipping the fallen sand onto Ken's head. 

"I am Ken. I am a 16-year-old boy who is in the middle of war. Our king left us because we think he's evil. He left us in the middle of war and--"

"Is this who you're talking about?" 

A man stood in handcuffs beside the Diamond king, trying to get out. 

"Throw this one in the dungeons. I'll take care of these guys." 

Ken backed up as the Diamond king caught him by the arm, chaining him up and demanding him with anger. 

"You are now a prisoner, boy. You do not teach any king like yours to be like this. This is your fault, and I'll make sure that you never get out of here." 

The Diamond king pulled Ken away, dragging his face against the sand. 

"What will the soldiers do? You should tell them to leave."

Ken whispered. 

"I don't have to do anything except for taking you to the dungeons. Once when your king is freed, he shall do much better. He shall serve us." 

The Diamond king slapped Ken on the hands with a stick and continued dragging him. When they arrived, Ken was stuck. He didn't know what else to do. He must run and stop the Diamond King from doing anything else -- from destroying their land -- and from forcing the king to become more evil. For it might just end them all. 

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