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Fire.
Such a beautiful thing, yet so deadly.
It dances and swirls in your eyes, as if wishing your death to be a merciful one, as you become one with the air, the soil, and the life of the universe itself.
It wraps around you, covering your eyes in hues of reds, yellows, oranges, just like the leaves that fall in autumn.
It soothes your mind with gentle memories in your last moments.
Such a beautiful, merciful thing.
The Crown of Discord’s eyes flutter open, his royal chambers engulfed in those wondrous flames. He heard screams, muffled shouting, and a desperate banging. Standing up with a shakiness he hadn’t known before, the Crown of Discord hobbled to the door. He turned the handle, yanking his hand back quickly as he felt the normally cool metal’s unbearable heat. The door swung open. A frightened maid stood in front of it, trembling.
”My lord! The castle, it’s-“
”Quiet. You think I don’t know?”
The Crown of Discord turns away, walking to the window framed by the now burnt curtains.
They think they can rise against me? For what reason?
His cape flutters as he stomps back over to the maid, who was now shuddering.
”Go prepare my horse, or I’ll throw you out of this window.” His eyes narrow as she scrambles away. The tyrant stalked down the flaming halls, hearing a cacophony of voices as he headed to the balcony. He looks over the marble railings, seeing a crowd wielding torches.
”Down with the king!”
”You cannot silence us any longer!”
”Is it true you’re hiding food and supplies in there?”
”It is, isn’t it?!”
”Is it worth it?”
His eyes narrow further, and he lets out a grumble. He hears footsteps behind him, likely an advisor, but he pays it no mind, instead calling out to the peasants.
”So what? You all burned through your food when you knew relations with our providers were strained! I simply rationed my food!”
There was a hand on his shoulder, and a panicked “Sir!” from his loyal advisor, Moon Drop Cookie.
The Crown of Discord turns to Moon Drop Cookie, growling.
”What? Can’t you see I’m talking to someone?”
”Sir, your horse is ready. We must leave now, or the entire left wing will collapse and block the exit.”
He rolls his eyes. “Fine. Where’s Honeycrisp Cookie?”
Moon Drop Cookie gestured behind him, nodding. “Already outside. Let’s go, my lord!”
The Crown of Discord nodded, turning to the crowd one last time, before running off. Moon Drop Cookie turned to him. “Sir, are you-“
Thwomp!
The tyrant had thrown a loaf of bread at one particularly large Cookie’s shiny bald head.
Moon Drop froze, taking a moment to process the scene. He turns to his giggling king, grabbing his wrist and running before the tyrant can toss any more loaves and spark more anger from the crowd.
Once outside, the Crown of Discord and Moon Drop Cookie both mounted their horse, with Honeycrisp Cookie running over to join them. She hops on next to the purple haired Cookie, and they begin riding down the neighboring forest’s desire path. The Crown of Discord turns to Moon Drop, calling out.
“Which way are we headed?”
”Straight ahead, my lord!”
”Straight ahead? That doesn’t lead to-“
”No, my lord! Straight! Ahead!”
The king focuses on the road ahead, finally catching onto the warning his advisor had given him. Ahead was another crowd of Cookies with torches and pitchforks.
Man, I pissed off a lot of people..
He halts his horse, a grimace on his face as he scoffed.
”Out of my way, peasants. And don’t you dare wave those flimsy forks at me!”
The crowd erupts in anger and shouts, all piling over each other, slowly but surely moving closer to the king and his followers. He turns up his nose and sneers, taking the reins again and beginning to ride once more.
He hears a shriek.
His heart stops cold as he whips his head around.
Both of his loyal assistants were on the ground, surrounded by the mob, their horse having abandoned them.
God, I hate horses.
Honeycrisp Cookie calls out, her voice piercing the king’s haze.
”My lord! Go! We’ll catch up later!”
Moon Drop struggles against a Cookie restraining him, turning back to the tyrant’s direction.
”Keep going straight! Quickly! There’s a spire!”
The Crown of Discord bit his lip, kicking the side of his horse in frustration.
Go back to them, or save myself?
Unfortunately, the horse made the decision for him, bolting forward into the horizon. The king shrieked and held on tight, startled by the sudden movement. He turns around to look at the mob, instead being met face to face with an arrow.
He hears a squelch, and feels a sharp pain in his midriff as he goes tumbling off the horse. He opens his eyes a few minutes later, seeing blood, and the fleeing pitch black equine.
Damn…stupid horse..
Salt’s gonna be so mad..