Pedro liked his life.

  He always tought "How would my life be without the kingdom? and without my strength? it would be terrible! Good thing that will never happen."

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  Then it happened. Why the hell did we think that? Are we dumb? Its seems like that. Look at us, getting up from the rubble, we probably look patetic. . .

  "Ugh.... My head .... What... What happened?.... Were am i?..." Pedro held his head whit his.... His suprisingly bonny like hands.... Wait.... Why dont i have skin?....

  "HOLY SHIT WERE THE HELL IS MY SKIN AT !?!?!?" i screamed at noone in particular as i looked scared at my hands.