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The throne room was buzzing with excitement. Royals, guards, and commoners alike were excited for such a joyous occasion.
A few months ago the Arctic Empire had won the war against the Kingdom of Manburg. The charge was led by the youngest prince of Manburg who had killed the tyrant of a King. Finally after so many years the people of Manburg were free from his rain. In honor of his nobel deeds, the young prince became the King of Mangburg.
And they would all live happily..ever…after……
Wilbur kneeled before Niki, the last remaining member of the old royal council. The brunette sweated nervously, hands gripping the side of his cape in a tight fist. His eyes darted to the side and was met with the warm smiles of his family.
Philza smiled proudly, eyes watering with un shed tears. Techno gave a short nod, a small smile spread across his face. A little Theseus, the toddler obvious to the importance of such a celebration, simply nawed on his tiny crown, babbling happily. Wilbur had to bite his lip from smiling fondly at the youngest and newest addition to their family. Who would have thought that a goddess, an angel, a piglin warrior, a water nymph, and a demigod would become a family?
Niki cleared her throat, snapping Wilbur out of his thoughts. It was time.
“Sir, is your Majesty willing to take the Oath?”
Wilbur took a deep breath and raised his head high. “I am willing.”
Niki nodded before opening her book. The mer read the passage out loud. “Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of the Kingdom of L’manburg, and of your Possessions and the other Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?”
“I solemnly promise so to do.”
“Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgements?”
“I will.”
Niki gestured for the crown. One of the servants approached the two, a gold crown sitting on a velvet pillow in hand. She took the crown and gently placed it upon Wilburs head. She softly began to chant in an ancient language that was foren to Wilburs ears. Perhaps a language spoken by mer’s like Niki. Or maybe it was from the book she was reading from earlier, a language no longer spoken by common men, only briefly soaring through the wind during ceremonies such as this.
Niki paused, as if to let everyone savor the moment. She then huffed out a silent laugh. “Rise prince Wilbur, for it is with great honor that I pronounce you King of-“
BANG
Wilbur stood and turned towards the entrance to the Throne room with wide eyes, everyone in the throne room letting out a gasp or a quick scream as they stared at the figure who had opened the door so suddenly. Their faces immediately paled. Techno drew his sword with a growl while Philza held Theseus closer to his chest, his wings flaring out in a warning.
The man walked into the room, a cocky grin spread across his face. He wore dark clothing and a black overcoat, clothing similar to those of royalty. His dark curly hair was slicked behind large goat horns, his horns and ears covered in gold jewelry. He held a bloody helmet in his hand, the stench of iron flooded the room. It didn’t take long for people to realize what happened to the knights who were guarding the room. Everyone felt their hearts drop.
“Prince Wilbur” the man spoke mockingly, throwing the helmet lazily. “Or is it King Wilbur now?”
Wilbur glared at the man, his mouth twisted into a snare. His eyes glowed a dull red as he pulled out a dagger from his belt.
“Jacan Schlatt.” Wilbur growled. “You are not welcomed here.”
Schlatt tsked. “Last I checked, this was my castle. And THESE!” He shouted, gesturing towards the crowd of frightened people. “These traitors are my subjects.”
“The only traitor here is you.” Philza spat with venom, wings shielding Theseus from Schlatt’s view.
“You had your chance and you chose to side with the enemy. So if you have come for the throne then I’m afraid you lost the right when you abandoned your people to help a tyrant!”
The goat hybrid huffed, as if amused. “Don’t worry, I haven’t come for the throne…at least not today.” He mumbled the last part, Wilbur clenched his fist tightly.
“No, today I have come bearing a gift!”
“We want nothing from you!” Wilbur growled.
Shlatt waved him off, as if the newly crowned King wasn’t worth his time. “But you shall have it.”
He walked towards Wilbur slowly . “My gift to you is the throne. I am no longer interested in a role so…beneath me.” Wilbur bit his lip, drawing blood from the soft skin. “You can have the throne, the kingdom, this…happy, happy day. However .”
Shlatts eyes began to glow a bright yellow, wide and crazed looking. “Tomorrow my real work begins. You've taken your oath, now I make mine. Soon, everything you all know and love will be taken from you. Forever. And out of the ashes of your suffering, I will rise victorious. I will wipe this world of your existence, even if it is the last thing I do!”
The goat hybrid grinned wildly at the pale sickly faces that surrounded him. All Wilbur could do was stand there in silent rage. How dare his man threaten his people? And yet he stood there, a King who was powerless to a threat by a dark sorcerer.
But while he could only stand there, Techno had other plans.
A flash of pink sprinted past Wilbur, Techno raising his sword and striking down towards Shlatts neck. But Shlatt merely waved his hand, making Techno fly back into the top of the throne. Wilbur snapped out of his silence as he stared in horror as Techno fell to the ground.
“Guards!”
The armored men rushed into the room, swords in hand. One was about to stab the sorcerer through his back when a dark red smoke surrounded him. When it cleared, Shlatt was gone. Everyone stood there in shock. Everyone was silent for a moment.
And then all hell went loose.
People began to scream and cry, begging for Wilbur to stop Schlatt. But Wilbur paid them no mind, his eyes solely trained on Techno’s still form. He faintly heard Philza calling his name,Theseus crying loudly in his arms. Wilbur clenched the dagger tightly in his grasp.
He would kill Schlatt, even if it was the last thing he would do.
“Micheal?”
Micheal blinked rapidly, looking away from the large book on his lap and towards a concerned Tubbo. “You doing alright kiddo?” His babysitter asked. Micheal smiled widely and nodded. “Yup! Just reading Mr. Soots Coronation again!” He chirped.
Tubbo grimaced. “That’s great…” The teen looked up towards the taxi driver . “How close are we to our destination?”
“We will be arriving in about 15 minutes.” The man grunted.
Micheal was practically vibrating in his seat. Finally, he was about to meet Him! He would finally be able to make things right.
The 12 year old didn’t notice Tubbo’s grimace of uncertainty, how the teen looked over the papers in the cream colored file over and over again. He looked at Micheal one more time, mouth open as if he was about to say something…
He clinched his mouth shut, choosing to look out the window in silence.
A single paper stuck out of the file, a picture and a name barely visible in the light.
Tommy Innit Rivers