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The king of the crimson kingdom, used to have it all: His throne where he sat high upon was his whole world.
The king ruled his crimson kingdom with such extravagance unseen by most living beings: He ruled with his bloodline.
So close.
So strong.
Everlasting.
But one day, it was all taken away from him, everything he had is now gone.
The battles had raged on for
the cold, iron throne. Misery and death, that’s what it bred those lasting wars; That throne, so cold, to destruction it led.
The rebels who hated the king had risen to claim the throne, the king never knew that the hatred had slowly grown inside the heart of kingdom people -- The hunger for power, the thirst to rule, the throne turned the wisest into a fool.
The crimson kingdom was soaked
with blood that was shed from all the knights and innocent people, the king was defeated leaving his only son all alone.
Now his son has the crown on his head, a burden on his heart, his mother and father are dead, his alone in this cruel world.
The child is now the new king.
"A child is not fit for the crown." A knight standing close to the iron throne, said to the new king.
The child holds tight onto his father’s ring, while he's sitting on the cold iron throne. "Your right I am no king, I am only the offspring of one. Some even dare to call me a clown."
"Then step down. Choose another to take the throne."
"Becoming king was set in stone that day when my father and mother died, it became my destiny, I will not turn away from the kingdom."
"Then the kingdom shall suffer. A child cannot rule, you have no wisdom."
"Words of a fool. I might be a child, but at least I won’t be cruel."
"Are you saying your father was?" The knight looks at his king. " Your father was a warrior and leader. He was well known, and you are unknown."
"Watch your tone. I don't have to be the king he was. He let some may people die just because of status and now he has payed the price."
"You should think twice before speaking of him like that. He was better than what you could ever be."
"He was not a good king, mother died because of him." The child tears fall one after another. "She tried her best to help everyone who needed it, but father, he didn't do anything and left mother to die."
"He had to be a father and a leader." The knight comes closer to his king.
"A father isn’t supposed to do the things he did." The child looks at his father ring, he will become the kind king his father could not be.
But he's only a child, no one wanted him as their king, so the inhabitants of the crimson kingdom dethroned the child from his iron throne.
Now the kingdom is built of hate, with pillars of lies, someone else sits fixated on the iron throne: A vicious man, who made the crimson kingdom turn into living hell.
The vicious man wears the child's crown that his father worked so hard to craft: The crown the previous king crafted from blood, sweat, tears, and pain.
For the child, it's the crown jewel, but for the vicious man it's nothing more than a dunce cap.
The vicious man is a worthless king, trying to destroy everything the previous king had fulfilled, he needs to realize: Thrones were built only for one.
The child couldn't escape from the vicious man, he was trapped inside the walls of the crimson kingdom. Until one day his fate changed drastically, he meets someone who can help him take back his kingdom.