Sanity

Sanity is such an objective word. I think myself sane, but I find the king of my people insane.

A King cannot be so kind all the time. Those who is will surely lead his people to ruin. I have seen it happen many times before. One has to be heartless and cold at times to preserve them self so they can further preserve their people.

Unfortunately, the king finds me insane for this belief and has vanished me to this goddess forsaken realm: AGAIN!

I'm not sure how long I've sat here contrasting my beliefs with that of my king's, considering time is not an entity here (I highly doubt Xellor even knows of this place, let alone how to reach it if he did).

I've resorted to counting breaths as a measurement of time; however, this has proved to be a very troublesome, considering the bodies lack of need to breath in this dimension. That's not to say I can breath if I consciously try, only that my body no longer breaths subconsciously.

I'm not really sure why.

But I've been here for almost 875,290,674 breaths, give or take a few thousand breaths, and I'm starting to become bored with this activity.

Perhaps I'll explore some of this endless expanse of white terrain. Perhaps some other poor soul was imprisoned here by their fool of a king.

Hey guys. I'm sure most who read this early on are wondering why I'm starting a new story instead of updating Angels of Remnant. Well the answer is because I had an idea and wrote it down, also I'm at work right now, though I'm currently not doing anything so I'm uploading this. AoR chapters are much longer than this too. Anywho, hope you enjoy this first chapter of Sanity. I always found Qilby such a good bad guy.

Disclaimer: I don't own the glory that is Wakfu. The French do.

-TheGreatNate