Grey covers the rows of boys as they lie together in silent lines.
A string of skeletons,
their names etched in the book of sorrow,
the book of death.
Violence their last memory,
as they sleep in deadly peace.
Ship the next batch of boys overseas,
...
I walk with Sif through the crowd of citizens who chatter and smile happily. Golden light beams through the glistening stone pillars of a complimenting color, cascading the fire orange shade on the floor beneath us. The view from the halls is a stunning one of the tall towers of gold forming the royal city around us; in the palace.
My hair—small waves of white locks and a length reaching my lower back that doesn't match my dark eyebrows—flows behind me gracefully, though my own grace isn't too promising. Never has been. The skirt of my maroon dress catches the breeze from the grand balcony; my dress that I only wear for very special occasions. It is a single layer with a collar that wraps around my neck to it is sleeveless. It reaches the floor and is complimented with a golden belt at the waist.
My fingers go to the top of my head to make sure the braided crown that takes up the top back layer is still in tact. But Sif urges me along. She does not wish to be late and nor do I.
I smile and follow her into the grand halls of the palace. Our friend has honored us a close spot in this glorious event; the coronation of Thor Odinson who is taking his place as Asgard's prime ruler.
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My friend beside me wears a silver and blue gown to this event. We stand lining the first steps towards the throne. I am on the floor, Sif stands on the first step, Thor's brother and our friend Loki Odinson stands on the second step, and the queen on the third. Across from us on the opposite steps stand our other closest friends and greatest warriors of Asgard.
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It seems the whole city is a shade of gold in this worthy hour. Thor has been our dearest friend since before we knew what the word "friend" meant. And this day is indeed a very happy one.
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