"And so it was that prince Walton did in fact grab the king's crown from the head which was severed from the shoulders of the king, and place it upon his own head, signifying the turn of power from father to son. The beheading of his father was his right, mind you, it's how we do things, I'll I remind you, young prince, that one day it will be your turn to do your civic duty and tear your father's head from his shoulders just as it will be your son's duty to do the same to you. Therefore..."
Alphix wondered when this tutoring session was going to end, it was always such a bore, especially with his tutors weird accent and sense of timing with words. He remembered to keep his eyes on his tutor, though, and nod every once in awhile. He'd heard all this before, and had learned not to look away, or let himself look glossy-eyed, lest he get a swift ruler to his rear.
"You'd think that by the age of seventeen, they'd give this old story a break," he thought to himself. "Why must I behead my father? It's not like I hate the guy." And it was true, Alphix's father was indeed quite a good father, investing personal time into his child's education on politics, teaching him of the secrets of their clan, even explaining their clan's special dichotomy. Alphix still didn't understand that part fully.
He understood the powerful detection spells that were always awake in him, but to think that those could easily be overpowered by simple body transforming spells, he shook his head at the idea.
"Do you not agree with what I'm saying, my lord?" the tutor queried.
"Dang, I let myself slip." Alphix tried to hide a look of displeasure and diverting attention away from his head shaking quickly became his next goal. "I just don't see why I must kill my father, is all. It's not like he's been a bad father, or even a bad king for that matter."
"It's not based on whether or not your father is a bad king..." and thus the usual flow of words spilled out of the tutors mouth, going on and on; he was quite distracted now. But just as he started thinking again, he detected and extremely powerful evil unmask itself within range of his detection. His eyes widened, his heart rate spiked, and his tutor quickly reached beneath the desk behind which he was teaching, and put down a long, wrapped object and thunked when it landed.
"I didn't think this day would come this soon." The tutor started unwrapping the mysterious object and started explaining. "What I have here is the sword of the broken heart, it was selected for you by lot at the time of your birth. It is almost a direct copy of your father's sword, the sword of light, except that your father's has an evil spirit within. This was your father's battle as king. You probably never knew, which means that your father did a wonderful job of containing the spirit, but now I fear that the spirit is free, and only you will be able to handle it." As he spoke these last words, he finished unwrapping the object and held a dark charcoal colored sword to the prince. "Go, and remember your schooling."
"This is too much to take in at once!" The prince cried out, even now he could feel the power of the spirit growing.
"There isn't time, if you don't hurry, the spirit will devour the entire kingdom." The tutor again motioned for the prince to take the sword.
Alphix, with a feeling of duty to protect, grabbed the sword and tied it around to his belt as he ran through the castle. He knew exactly where this evil presence was located, thanks to his magical abilities, and ran to the king's throne room.
Before he got to the door, he sent out his mind to detect the thoughts of anyone in the room. He gasped and took a step back, for all he could sense were immense waves of hatred, anger, and malice. He gripped his sword tightly. How is it that his father didn't tell him of this? Why was it that this thing could so easily escape? His father was a strong man, this thing had no right to be here. He felt the rage build up inside as he felt more and more left out of the loop. When he reached a certain point of anger, he stopped sensing the world around him, and instead only felt a desire to kill that which had brought this dour mood upon him.
He burst through the thick, wooden double doors, and ran towards the spirit. The thing looked like it was on fire with black flames flickering around it, yet Alphix felt no heat from it's body, then again, he felt nothing, for he was in a flying rage, and pulled the sword from its sheath. He struck at the spirit, and heard it scream as he decapitated it in one fell blow.
As he started releasing his anger, he looked at his sword, what he saw surprised him. He saw a reflection in the sword, but it wasn't his own, for this beast was larger, much more muscular, and meaner looking than he was. And that's when he looked up. He was shocked to see not a dead spirit, but a dead king. And that's when everything made sense. The dichotomous clan, the need to kill a king, and why his tutor pounded that information into his head, year after year.
He sheathed his sword, which was a bright silver now, and bent down to grab the crown from his father's lonely head. His sense of detection returned to him as he picked up the crown and regained his usual calm state. He placed the crown upon his head and let but a single tear fall as he sat upon the throne.
(SORRY FOR NO POST YESTERDAY! I worked most of the morning, then had errands to run for pretty much the rest of the day and didn't get the chance to write. Which means, one of these days will be a double post! Huzzah!
When I initially started writing today's post, I was thinking of doing something more silly, but a more serious story came out, what do you guys think? Let me know, mmk? :) OH! I might be having a guest writer or two coming in to do some writing pretty soon, YEAH! Hopefully they can stand up to the awesomeness that is my writing [well, the little bit that is there...]. Anyway, have a great weekend!)
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