Untitled: Prologue(seems like a monolouge kind of story)

Inside a dark room I sit... Alone.  All alone.  That's how it's always been.  That's probably how it always will be.  This world I created with my hands.  Things have long since changed after I took over.  Everything I worked for.  Everything I have striven to achieve I have gotten.  Yet I know not why I feel empty.  It could be the losses I've gone through on my journey to become what I am.  It could be that I am alone.  What it truly is, I don't know.  I can only say my suspicions.  Ruling over the world in this day and age.  Being the descendant of King Arthur himself.  Why not have what is mine? Why not rule the way I see fit? That is what the Great Arthur did in his day.  Why not do it myself?1

I'll tell you all why.  Because I have everything I ever wished and worked for and still I feel like I don't belong.  I live in the world of men, yet I don't posses the qualities they do.  Rude and vulgar they are.  I may be rude and vulgar, but not in the same sense.2

If so, then why waste my time ruling over them? It's not as if what I have to say effects what they say and do unless it is an official law.  And even still, they go against it when my back is turned.  I don't know why I even bother anymore.  3

I should figure out why I even go on this way.  Perhaps I'll start at the beginning.  Analyze my progress and see where I made mistakes.  Yes... That's it.  I'll tell my story and figure out where I went wrong and what I can do to fix it.4

Well now it's time for my tale.  The tale of (name)5