Conradin was a ten year old boy who had a powerful imagination. He was often sick, but in his thoughts he was a strong and brave boy.
He had no friends and he didn’t love anyone but a chicken and a shed, which was considered something like his God.
Conradin hated even his aunt, who lived with him because he was an orphan boy. That woman didn’t like him either. She was often mean to her nephew and she was a manipulative person. Conradin preferred staying out of his aunt’s way, because he didn’t like to argue, so he always did what she ordered.