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Our tragic story takes place in a secluded little kingdom, which over many years of hard labor by both the normal residents and the royalty (including the king himself) had been shaped into a miniature paradise.
One of the villagers, Omarn, was a hard-working fellow. For him contributing to the society was a daily basis. He had devoted nearly his entire spare time to art. Although merely a villager, Omarn had many acquaintances among the townsfolk and even the nobility. Fritz, the general of the kingdom’s army for instance, along with the local priest Erasmus and Liana, another devoted artist were Omarn’s best friends.
One fateful day, a stranger arrived in the capital. By the looks of his accent he was definitely a foreigner from beyond the kingdom’s known borders. This alien seemed rather nice and was greeted warmly by the locals. His attitude towards them was nothing but loving.
It wasn’t long before the stranger settled in a small house near Omarn’s. His loving personality soon vanished and he ignored his fellow villagers as much as possible. One night, as he was taking an evening walk, Omarn saw him talking to General Fritz. As he neared the couple, Omarn heard that the stranger was literally overwhelming Fritz with compliments.
“Rather strange” Omarn thought, as he remembered how cold the alien had acted with the villagers earlier that day.
Strange it was, indeed. In the course of the next couple of days Omarn noticed the foreigner complimenting other members of the nobility. It seemed that he was especially nice to those who had more power. Omarn asked Liana and Erasmus if they had noticed this eerie behavior. It turned out that they both shared his observations.
As Omarn expected, the foreigner soon made his way to the king. He saw them talk in the park a week later. The alien had already dazzled the king with his usual remarks (this time about how good the king’s clothes looked). The king, who had this one weakness, he loved to be praised, had completely succumbed to the alien’s words and gladly accepted to hire him in the royal castle as fashion expert.
The alien’s job was to pick the king’s clothing every day out of the thousands of clothes present in the royal wardrobe. He didn’t take his job seriously however. He picked the ugliest rugs but always managed to convince the king that he looked wonderful. The people, afraid of the king’s wrath did not say a word. The foreigner’s scheme had worked. He was now living among the nobility, in the comfort of the castle.
Omarn however was getting angry. As more and more people saw through the alien’s treachery, Omarn suffered from it. He had always dreamt to work alongside his friends in the higher layers of society. With the nobility’s blindness for the alien however, Omarn’s work was completely neglected. Even his friend Fritz had succumbed to the alien's treachery.
One day, word was sent that the king would give his assistant the honorable title “Master”. Driven by despair, despite the warnings by Liana and Erasmus, Omarn marched into the throne chamber and pointed his finger at the foreigner accusing him of the crimes he had observed.
Blindly the king accused Omarn of heresy and banned him from the kingdom. Omarn’s friends were never to speak of the accident ever again. The fraud was victorious. Life moved on in the small kingdom. Everyone did their jobs accordingly, like bees in a hive...
One of the villagers, Omarn, was a hard-working fellow. For him contributing to the society was a daily basis. He had devoted nearly his entire spare time to art. Although merely a villager, Omarn had many acquaintances among the townsfolk and even the nobility. Fritz, the general of the kingdom’s army for instance, along with the local priest Erasmus and Liana, another devoted artist were Omarn’s best friends.
One fateful day, a stranger arrived in the capital. By the looks of his accent he was definitely a foreigner from beyond the kingdom’s known borders. This alien seemed rather nice and was greeted warmly by the locals. His attitude towards them was nothing but loving.
It wasn’t long before the stranger settled in a small house near Omarn’s. His loving personality soon vanished and he ignored his fellow villagers as much as possible. One night, as he was taking an evening walk, Omarn saw him talking to General Fritz. As he neared the couple, Omarn heard that the stranger was literally overwhelming Fritz with compliments.
“Rather strange” Omarn thought, as he remembered how cold the alien had acted with the villagers earlier that day.
Strange it was, indeed. In the course of the next couple of days Omarn noticed the foreigner complimenting other members of the nobility. It seemed that he was especially nice to those who had more power. Omarn asked Liana and Erasmus if they had noticed this eerie behavior. It turned out that they both shared his observations.
As Omarn expected, the foreigner soon made his way to the king. He saw them talk in the park a week later. The alien had already dazzled the king with his usual remarks (this time about how good the king’s clothes looked). The king, who had this one weakness, he loved to be praised, had completely succumbed to the alien’s words and gladly accepted to hire him in the royal castle as fashion expert.
The alien’s job was to pick the king’s clothing every day out of the thousands of clothes present in the royal wardrobe. He didn’t take his job seriously however. He picked the ugliest rugs but always managed to convince the king that he looked wonderful. The people, afraid of the king’s wrath did not say a word. The foreigner’s scheme had worked. He was now living among the nobility, in the comfort of the castle.
Omarn however was getting angry. As more and more people saw through the alien’s treachery, Omarn suffered from it. He had always dreamt to work alongside his friends in the higher layers of society. With the nobility’s blindness for the alien however, Omarn’s work was completely neglected. Even his friend Fritz had succumbed to the alien's treachery.
One day, word was sent that the king would give his assistant the honorable title “Master”. Driven by despair, despite the warnings by Liana and Erasmus, Omarn marched into the throne chamber and pointed his finger at the foreigner accusing him of the crimes he had observed.
Blindly the king accused Omarn of heresy and banned him from the kingdom. Omarn’s friends were never to speak of the accident ever again. The fraud was victorious. Life moved on in the small kingdom. Everyone did their jobs accordingly, like bees in a hive...
