Broadsea

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**Sound:** (MUSIC) As the sun shines resplendently as it always does in the beautiful land of Phaeica, I sit on my gold-encrusted throne as I hear this stranger drone on and on about his trials while he cries to our bard Demodacus’ sweet music…Wait, he finally stops! I hear my father excuse himself and order all to follow to take part in our people’s games. **Sound :** crowd walking and talking to the field **Broadsea:** What’s this?! The strongest champions of Phaecia are challenging me to wrestling? I quickly race over and in no time at all I pin the two to the floor while they squirm for escape. Being treated like a god, the annoying, monotonous stranger appears not to care I’ve won; he probably doesn’t even have any muscle himself. He declines my brother’s request to participate. I laugh and mock, ‘Your unathletic and unattractive body would never win a challenge!’ As he responds he insults me! How dare he, a guest at my house, call me a fool! Just as he agrees to the challenge, he leaps up to throw the heaviest discus in the stack, far beyond the others now lying pitifully in the sand. I scowl as the king and other Phaecians congratulate him. **Sound :** crowd clapping and cheering **Braodsea:** I slip into the shadows only to be discovered by my disapproving father instructing me to make amends with the wretched man. I plaster a false smile upon my lips as I hand the peculiar stranger my silver-studded sword. My mind reels as I insipidly lie, ‘I hope you make it across the harsh waters to see your loyal wife and home once again’. I return to the palace taunting the wicked man, feeling once again unthreatened as I ready myself for another wresting match. **Sound:** (MUSIC AGAIN)
 * Broadsea **: The people of my father’s land call me Broadsea. A prince, I own everything yet I feel quite irked when some unknown, haggard stranger intrudes in my palace and steals the spotlight…