I'm going to make small references to real people or use them as rather minor characters in this, so if you're in here, don't think I'm using you without permission. Of course, if you want to be in it, just tell me. This first post is rather short.

The Golden Age

The sun is shining on your face. You are running in the fields. 'Butterflies are hard to catch,' you think. The flowers of all colors, red, blue, yellow, violet -- Violet. That is who you saw walking up the hill. You put him out of your mind and sat down, to hear the words, "Hey, Kumaar," and stand back up again.
"The King wants you," he told you.
You mind rushed with thought. What would he want with you? Why?
"You gonna go?"
"Of course," you replied, and started to crawl slowly, looking surprised, toward King Razz the II's castle, which happened to be only about 20 meters away, as that was his lawn you were skipping in.
King Razz was a descendent of the Great King Jazz. The Jackrabbit line had been in power for around 600 years. Carrotus was in its prime. Food was plentiful, the climate was warm, fresh water was not a problem, and there was no evil to be seen. The people's battle skills were sharply declining, as there was no practice to be found. There was no reason to be a warrior anyway, because all crime and villians had disappeared since the Great Jazz's daughter, Cazz slayed Devan Shell once and for all, and, due to a very, very lucky series of events, all of his followers and Shell's soul was trapped in a block land Jazz's son, Mezz created.
You found a grinning Razz waiting for you at the draw bridge.
"Get off my lawn."

EDIT: The entire story is not going to be in first person, just this little segment.

EDIT2: I meant second person above.