Eternal.

Parade Day

The capital of the Golden Eternal Kingdom awoke to the vibrant hum of Parade Day. Streets overflowed with citizens dressed in shades of black and gold, waving flags that bore the kingdom's radiant crest. The air buzzed with excitement as the anniversary of the kingdom's unification was celebrated-a momentous occasion that honored their hard-fought peace and the strength of their people.

King Monn stood at the balcony of the royal palace, his black slicked-back hair catching the early morning light. The golden accents of his ceremonial armor reflected the sun, a stark contrast to the sharp black of the rest of his attire. His full beard framed a face etched with stoic determination, though his dark eyes carried the weight of responsibility.

Beside him stood Ghost, dressed in white and black armor, the only one bold enough to challenge the kingdom's colors. His helmet was tucked under one arm, and his carefree smile danced on his face.

"You're staring pretty hard at them, Monn," Ghost remarked, leaning casually against the balcony rail. "You planning to give a speech, or are you just enjoying the view?"

Monn didn't take his eyes off the crowd. "I don't need a speech. The parade speaks for itself."

Ghost grinned. "Sure, but a little charisma never hurt anyone."

Monn turned slightly, raising an eyebrow. "That's your job. Mine is to make sure we're still standing next year to have another parade."

Ghost shook his head, his grin unwavering. "Always the serious one."

A knock at the door interrupted their exchange. Verb and Lucy entered, their youthful energy cutting through the formal atmosphere. Verb wore a sharp black tunic with golden trim, a smaller version of the royal uniform. His hair was combed neatly for once, though it seemed he had already tried to escape his attendant's fussing.

Lucy followed, her dress simple yet elegant, adorned with a golden sash that complemented her carefully braided hair. She walked with quiet composure, though her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Father," Verb called excitedly, rushing to the balcony. "Look at all of them! They're here for us!"

Monn placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "They're here for the kingdom, Verb. For what we stand for."

Verb's expression didn't falter. "One day, I'll march with the Royal Guard. Right in front."

Ghost chuckled, his tone teasing. "Better start practicing those formations, kid. I hear the Guard is pretty picky about posture."

Lucy rolled her eyes at her brother's enthusiasm but couldn't hide her own interest in the scene. "Isn't this a little much for a parade? The entire city looks like it's here."

Monn glanced at her, his expression softening. "It's important they see us. It's not just a celebration-it's a reminder that we're united. That we're strong."

Verb leaned over the railing, his voice lowering as he muttered, "I still think it'd be cooler to ride a horse."

Ghost burst into laughter, ruffling the boy's hair. "Now that's an idea. Maybe I'll bring that up at the next council meeting."

"Don't encourage him," Monn said, his tone stern but tinged with amusement.

The distant sound of marching drums brought the family's attention back to the avenue below. The parade had begun.

First came the Knights, their black and gold armor polished to a mirror shine. They marched in perfect formation, each soldier holding a yellow plasma rifle that caught the light as they passed. Behind them, atmospheric fighters roared overhead, releasing trails of golden vapor that painted the sky in the kingdom's colors.

Next came the armored division, their vehicles adorned with banners and symbols of the kingdom. Tanks, troop carriers, and even a few prototype bombers rumbled through the streets, drawing awe from the crowd.

Finally, the Royal Guard appeared. Their ceremonial armor glinted brilliantly, and at their center rode a golden steed, a tribute to their fallen comrades. Ghost excused himself to take his place at the head of the formation, saluting Monn before departing.

"Come," Monn said to his children, gesturing for them to follow. "It's time for us to join the procession."

Verb and Lucy exchanged a glance before trailing after their father, their excitement palpable. They descended to the palace gates, where a black and gold carriage awaited. The design was sleek yet regal, its sides engraved with the kingdom's emblem.

As they entered the avenue, the cheers of the crowd swelled, their energy almost tangible. Monn raised a hand in a measured wave, his expression remaining composed. Verb and Lucy followed suit, though Verb's wave was far more enthusiastic.

The carriage slowly made its way through the city, the royal family at its center. Monn's gaze drifted over the crowd, taking in their faces-their joy, their pride, their hope. For a moment, the weight of his crown seemed lighter.

But beneath the surface, a flicker of unease lingered. Peace was never guaranteed, and Monn knew that the strength they celebrated today would be tested tomorrow.

For now, though, he allowed himself to revel in the unity of his people. The black and gold banners waved high, the cheers echoed through the streets, and the Golden Eternal Kingdom stood as one.