When I consider the many ways in which a story can be told, 2 big types come to mind: Third-Person and First-Person. Today, I feel like telling one story in 2 different ways…

First, the third-person:

“The first time Arthur stepped foot in this grand, court, he was a much younger man. Wind had swept his hair back as he pulled open the doors, and quiet admiration blossomed warm within his heart. With his gaze set on the plush throne at the other end of a long, crimson rug, he strode confidently to the resounding cheers and jubilation of the people of the town.

A decade later, the embattled king stumbled into the room hastily, quickly shutting the doors and dropping the door bar to keep out his treacherous pursuers. Gaining his footing and drawing his sword, tears welled in his eyes as he gripped the worn leather hilt with both hands. This was where his stand would be made. Perhaps the end of his reign would be found right where it began, so long ago.”

Back-story and description lend nicely to setting a great scene, and context can be given to bring the reader right into the fold.

Now, the first-person:

My head was splitting with the details of my brother’s collusion with the vandals now ransacking the city. How could I have been so blind? For years, his hatred had grown and grown and I had done nothing to appease him. It only made sense that he finally came up with a plot to win the throne.

I thought these things mid-sprint through the castle. Shouts behind me! I knew I couldn’t outrun them, so decided to make a stand where I felt the most capable. I burst into the throne room, narrowing escaping the bolts of chasing crossbows, and slammed-shut the doors.

This room. This beautiful room gave birth to all my hopes for this kingdom. I will not let them be lost in vain. Come forth and seize this shining blade, brother. It waits for you alone.