The Gentle King Was Surrounded By Many Children, As If He Himself Was One.
The gentle king was surrounded by many children, as if he himself was one.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold in my tears.
Why was it that I couldn't have that? Why did I have to be feared?
I closed my eyes and shook my head. I was getting emotional over a picture used to tell tales to children.
Through foggy eyes, I looked back at the kind; fabled king. Why couldn't he be real?
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"No! You let him go, Drosera!" I commanded the larger than usual plant. It was taller than the highwayman and rivaling some trees in height.
"Do you know just how long I've been starving?" The Drosera nymph demanded. "Then, along comes something that I can finally eat."
"You can't eat him! Let him go!" I repeated my demand. My throat hurt like it was roughly rubbed against an oak tree's bark.
"Am I supposed to feel tingley?" the highwayman asked as the Drosera's tentacle wrapped itself tighter around him.
"How much food do you have on you?" I asked my highwayman. How could I let him die when we've gone so far already? But I also didn't know how much food he had stored away. If it isn't a decent amount, then he might starve later.
"Enough to feed this thing," he replied in a vague way. There were seedlings of worry but other than that he was sure in his choice.
"But-"
"Dump the contents out of the side that is furthest from me," he instructed while he gestured to his bag.
As I did what he ordered, I wanted to believe that there was another way. But we hadn't seen any animals since we entered the bog.
"Let him go and I'll give you three pieces," I bartered, moving the three largest pieces forward.
The nymph hesitated. It burned energy it needed to catch him and now I was asking it to burn more.
"How much energy are those worth?" it asked in a cautious tone.
"At least half of what you'd get out of him."
"I'm starting to feel a serious tingle right now and I don't like it," he called.
With great effort, the Drosera let my highwayman go. As I had promised, I gave it the three pieces of meat.
"I still feel a tingle. Is that normal?"
"Go to the creek we saw a few miles back and at least rinse yourself off. The acid is still trying to eat you," I instructed him.
Without a word, he left me with the nymph.
When we passed a sick rosebush, I sacrificed some life force, only enough for it to get back to perfect health.
The nymph hugged me as tight as she dared. I could see that she was on her way to become compost while she was sick.
"Did you help another plant?" the highwayman questioned after I convinced the nymph to go back to her plant.
"How could you tell?" I didn't bother trying to lie. He always knew when I was being honest and when I wasn't.
"Your breathing is labored and you're slightly shaking," he just as easily answered while he started setting up camp. He looked up at me and with some hidden compassion requested, "Have a seat."
I sat on a slightly slopped rock and waited for him to say or do something.
We sat for a few moments in silence while he cooked some fish. Was he cooking for himself?
"Here," he said after pulling out a ceramic plate and a fork before handing the plated fish to me.
I knew he knew how I regain lost life by eating cooked animal meat. Being gracious and grateful, I nibbled on what he prepared for me. I also wondered when he was planning on leaving.
"I'm not going anywhere until you've finished your meal," the highwayman assured me.
"Aren't you hungry?"
He gave a small smile, "I can wait until dusk for a meal." He looked like he has been in this situation before.
"Do you have enough for yourself?" If he was going to go hungry, then I wasn't going to have all of the fish.
"I'm always prepared, so yes, I have food for myself as well." His eyes drooped a little, his posture slouched, and his head nodding off a little.
I nibbled slowly enough that he fell asleep while he waited for me. When I finished my cooked fish, I have took off my cloak and tucked it around him.
It has been a long day for him.
The quiet lake town has always been a favorite places to visit. It wasn't as densely populated as the capital was and it was just all around relaxing.
I haven't been to the marshes, bogs, fens, or anything like that west of the little town. There are rumors of monsters living there.
I like knowing that little town is okay.
for 2024:
read a lot and read everything
film and art and music are what builds ur soul
be outside
love and romance will not come to you any quicker if you are focused on it constantly
possessions don't improve things
movement does improve things
university is <4 years of the rest of your life - make the most of it
find the pleasure in hard work
lose the pleasure in scrolling
creation is essential
joy, love & intelligence are the tenets of life
stagnation isn't inevitable. no person is in a fixed state. you can always change
“How many people have died to achieve this world domination of yours?” “769.” “…What?” “769 people died to achieve my plans. I counted them, and had each of their names etched on my throne so I never forget what my victory cost the world. Now tell me, how many have you killed to see me dead?”
The large firebird screeched as he flew low enough to scorch the lower trees. The troops screamed in terror and abandoned their posts.
"Do you have to do this every time we go to war?" I asked my older twin brother.
"To be fair, what would you do if you saw a phoenix flying right at you?" he returned. He was in control of the phoenix and made sure that no one was too seriously injured.
"Fair enough." I glanced over at him. "I could've sent my Púca after the captain and a few others to scare them off."
He chuckled, "I appreciate the offer but my phoenix is already out there."
"Whatever it takes," I started, watching the forest burn in the night.
"To keep our kingdom safe," my brother finished.
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As I walked out under the night sky, I muttered a prayer. It wasn't continuous but mainly when ever I saw something that caught my eye, I'd say a quick little thank you prayer for it being created.
When I'd get back from my walks, I always felt better and ever grateful.
Great. I was on my way from the capital and one of those clockwork soldiers stopped me.
"Where are you going?" it asked as it stopped me from going any further.
I've been warned that there's still one functional at all times. I didn't know what time it was, so it might not be that one.
"What hour are you?" Every clockwork soldier works only during the hour it was named after. There are some that I think are either decoys or meant to scare people, since they never work.
"I am hour thirteen," it answered me, its empty eyes boring into mine.
This one, number thirteen, people have named the liar. No matter what it says, it is never true. I've met it once before and it said that it was going to snow in the middle of summer.
"I'm going home," I replied to the soldier. It's the law for citizens to answer human and clockwork soldiers.
There was a sound of clicking gears before it cocked its head off to the side and said, "Long live the King."
"Yeah," I muttered, walking by once he let me pass, "long live the King of the Day."
Its cold metal hand grabbed my wrist.
"Yes, long live the King of the Day. But I originally meant his brother."
The King's brother is a myth, a legend, something that never has and never will happen.
The clockwork soldier numbered thirteen let me go.
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