8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

When I Ruled the World

Song: Viva La Vida by Coldplay

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you've had a great week and if not hope this one is better. Also happy summer break to anyone who's out of school. Sorry this is so late I went on vacation with no wifi and then we got held at the airport for 6 hours today when we got back. Instead of getting home around 4, we didn't get home till around 10. Then i just tried to catch up on sleep. Also sorry this chapter is so short, this weekends chapter should be a lot longer. Anyways, enjoy your week and the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.

Present Day: July 1899

Figure's POV

I saw the newsies intrigued by the way she told my story in a seeming fairytale. I wish it was just a fairytale, but unfortunately it was real life. The end wasn't great, but I would do it a million times over if it meant I could live one day before the accident. When i was ruling the world. Or well the newsie world at least.

I used to rule the world

Seas would rise when I gave the word

Now in the morning, I sleep alone

Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice

Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes

Listen as the crowd would sing

Now the old king is dead, long live the king

One minute, I held the key

Next the walls were closed on me

And I discovered that my castles stand

Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

[The newsies] in a foreign field

For some reason, I can't explain

Once you'd gone, there was never, never an honest word

And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind

Blew down the doors to let me in

Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait

For my head on a silver plate

Just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh, who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing

Roman Calvary choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason, I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing

Roman Calvary choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

I miss those days. With Mac, Spot, and Books. Running around the city doing whatever we could. We may not have had a lot of money, but it sure felt like we were the richest people in the world. God, I miss those days. But that was in 1895. Now it's 1899. I missed a lot. My little siblings grew up. My kingdom grew without me. I'm just a random figure; A mere memory wondering the streets. Trying to find where I belong or how to go back to it. How to rule the world again; How to be king again; How to be me again.