Book of the Unmentioned

I Stand Alone

Remembering the past only makes it hurt more. Facing the truth of former actions, learning from mistakes, is the only way to move on. Why can't I do it? Why can't I face what I did?
The hall was silent. Golden pillars shone from the glass stained windows, the polished floor showed my reflection. There I stood once before, in a time when I clutched hate to my heart, used paranoia as my sword and shield. Blinded by my own selfishness, I ruined everything for myself. I guess they were right about me. I am but a man now. Not a god. Not a soldier.
As I walked across the empty hall, my footsteps echoed eternally. I reached the throne, but at what cost? Everything I had worked toward was right here, I have everything that I could ever want now. Why didn't I want it?
Was it the guilt of my truth? Was it how I reached my goal? Or was it her?
Even she would be disappointed. My own brother, he only wanted to support me, and I held that against him. All of my friends, they wanted to achieve the same goals that I did, but unfortunately I cut them down immediately.
A heavy crown sits in the King's head, and now I am that king.