Originally posted by nevernothing
So once there was a King who loved his Kingdom, and would do anything to protect it. So he went to war with their enemies far, far, away from them, and was gone for a very long time. And his Kindom forgot about him, and went on their lives like their wasn't even a war. They started to forget about the King, and wonder if he was even real, as they only had heard stories of him. Most didn't believe in the battle either anymore, although it was the battle for their salvation as a Kingdom. But in that Kindom, a peasant was born and soon he would remind them. He was born in a province in the middle of the Kingdom to a singer and his wife. But soon in his young life he would come to know a teacher, that had been sent by the King with a book that would remind them of him.
You see, the King was so great he would blind them, if they did not know how to see. And the book told them how to shade their eyes as to look upon him and be amazed at his glory.
Your story is entirely subjective to the perspective of the individual reader.
Unless you clearly define the variables, you will ensnare a gamut of souls wandering about after their own brand of truth, when you cast your net.
Unless that is your intent.
If not, then it would behoove you to identify the king, the kingdom, and the enemies.