Battle of the Kings

The Battle

Battle of the Kings

They are both lined with minions/servants to fight along with them. But no one wants to see the little ones' fight; it's the two Kings. The light king and his white minions on the left, the dark king and his black minions on the right.

I stand in the front line dressed in white, two spaces from the king as he glared at the other. Everyone glared at their opponent. The King's three times our size overpowered us.

I looked up to our king, "Idiot"

He glared at me seemingly angry as he realized who I was talking to. All the white minions seemed to stare at me but I wasn't sure as I didn't look at them. Wanting to say much words but couldn't in the present situation. The light king faced his opponent; the dark king, it was time to start.

"Everyone watch." Everyone looked at me and then the two kings as the first attack was given. We all sat and watched. I talked to the White's while watching the battle. "You sit, cause you know he'll win."

The battle continued and I waited for the dark king to give a harsh blow to ours. "You want to know who will win?" Another blow to our king. I stared at him "It's not him."

They looked confused at me and to the king, the battle continued evenly, I spoke again "Right now, what would be the worst, torturous, heart breaking, life crushing thing that could happen to you? The feeling of hell?" They thought. Our king gave a mighty blow to the other. "You were taken up by our king who took you away from earth; a place we called home. Spoilt us and told us the war had already been one and now this is just the finishing touch; the final victory."

The spears of the kings clashed and shook the ground. No one could tell who was stronger, no cheers from either parties, the sky filled with war. "So what happened to those who didn't get taken by our king?" I looked over to the dark king's minions and they so did glance as well. Their appearance was dark and ugly. "It's them." The black minions only looked to their king fighting, all eyes on him.

"They're hideous aren't they? Because they don't look like us. They don't wear the white robe and they don't do what we did. We killed men to make others great, they killed men because they felt great, to make themselves great, they wanted to be great." I glanced at the whites, a deep internal war inside of them seemed to stir. I smiled and looked back to the dark minions "just simple chatter" I thought.

Such greedy creatures aren't they?" I looked back to the kings still fighting, each wearing out the other. "So what is the worst thing that could happen to you?" The battle drew on. The kings seemed tired but fought for their lives and ours. Our king faltered and received a terrible blow. "If everything you knew up until now from our earthly past and the teachings of our king, were a Lie. They shivered at the word. They kept their eyes on the battle. The dark king pressed back. "Let me set you, Free." The dark king swung forward to our wounded king. "The dark king, wins." With those final words, the final blow hit our king and he fell. He lied motionless on the ground.

"What do you think the dark minions were taught? The same stories we did, that this was their last day? That they would be tortured nonstop and then terminated?"

They all looked at the dark minions. Nothing. It was just like the end of a simple game with nothing at stake; no money, no pride. Just bland. "They were taught their own stories, their own versions. That we are bad (wrong) and they are good (right). Our king made his rules with no standard premises in the beginning. He made what he thought would be best for him, for us. The dark king to be recognized in any way had to do the opposite. Does that make him bad? Well he didn't do what our king did, but suppose he thought this was better, that black is pure and death is a tool. What if the word "good" meant bad and "bad" meant good? There's no difference, it's just that they are opposite to me, right?"

We looked to our king, him and some of the minions began to turn black taking in the appearance of the black minions and disappear into the sky as pieces and flakes. While the dark king and his minions became lighter and lighter. "So your life was a lie, right? You weren't the best. We weren't going to win. You weren't the good guy. That's wrong. There's only a winner and a loser. No good and bad; just opinions. Thou shalt not kill? Then how did we get rid of the bad guys? There's an exception to all things. It wasn't about the deeds that were done, it was about who did them."

There was one minion left, a lady quivering in fear. I take her hand. "You did the right thing; you were a good person. Because you did what you thought was right. You were true to yourself and your beliefs, and remember The Truth Sets You Free." She disappeared in to the sky with a smile on her face. The dark minions began to walk away. I stand in the rubble. I began to deteriorate into flakes from the feet up. "Isn't it funny, our king gave humans the choice to choose which path they wanted to take, his or the others. But if you don't pick him you get punished for eternity and turned into a hideous being of dark colors and treated like demons."

The last dark minion turned to look at me. I smiled encouragingly he smiles back.

"But look at them now"