Prince Alex: The King

From Prince to KING

Alexander was the only child of a royal family. Lovely family formed by: a nurturing mother who should be a chef. A hard-working strong and intelligent leader. And an active mischievous little genius boy.  Everyone wanted to be united like them. When the queen announced the birth of her second child, hundreds of people travelled to welcome the princess.

One dark and rainy night, the kingdom was attacked by another kingdom. The rivals attacked from a forest. Making the demons, dead, and bad spirits hide in the blood of fear. When the King felt a bad energy and goosebumps, he opened the door of his balcony. His body was surrounded by demon's puppets. When a knight tried killing the demon, the 3 of them disappeared. Never came back.
No one lost. No one wins. A forgotten unknown kingdom. And the death of a kingdom's king.

The town always feared of being attacked with no king to defend the people. The village. The land where everything you need is there. Everyone whispered the young prince's name when it came to the hero topic. He had the bravery. He was just too small to be the leader and defend the village. After long sleepless nights of thinking, the queen decided to look for the perfect warrior to train the future king. A master of spiritual  awakening.  And most important, a teacher who will share the knowledge. The mother did all that the first years. Until life slowly added the missing figures.

The young prince trained for more than a decade. But Alexander felt overwhelmed after celebrating his coronation. He drank some wine and tried to enjoy the ending of his young adult phase. His father's absence felt colder than any day. He still had some personal doubts that only the past king could answer. He never shed a tear. He was the only manly figure to his younger sister. He tried hard looking brave. His main goal was making the women of his life happy.  He got lost overthinking, that he ended in an abandoned lake.

He followed the sound from some bells or tambourine. The melody and sweet voice hypnotized the new king.

"What are you doing in you Not-territorry? Let me guide you. Follow me...."

Alexander followed the aroma of beauty and trees. The singing got louder but soothing. Alexander snapped out of it when he stepped on a rope that was now hanging him from a branch. She started shuffling cards as she swirled her hips.  Dancing with snakes sliding down her neck and legs. Laughing with a stare full of mystery. A type of drunkness that made Alexander lost in a fictional world.

"Oh, lovely fool. You seem to be Hanged Man after The Tower collapsed. Deep thought of Death. Feeling the sadness like 3 swords stabbing you through the back aiming at your heart. When you see the sparkle from The Star, your dreams and fears will store in the moon. Your energy is that ray of sun. But the cub has grown and now knows The Strength. But the fierce lion needs to learn how to tame its wild side. Only then, The World will be completed and peaceful.

Alexander tried capturing a memory of this vision. But that dream finished fast ... slowly fading into the morning. He grabbed his sword and wiped out the mud. With messy bed hair, alcohol breathe, and blurry morning-wobbly-walk the king ran to his kingdom. After running thirsty for few minutes, a horse galloped near Alexander.
Father, is this how you manifest in hard times? Thank you, the universe, my dream, and the one in charge of my blessings.

Alexander returned to the kingdom back in time. An evil thief was about to kill the queen and enslave the princess after marrying her to take the king's spot. Alexander felt a bulge in his pocket. He reached into it and pulled a weird looking stone. It had some type of string to pull. Exploting and killing a group of thiefs. Made a clear path for Alexander to sneak in and attack. He kept running and swerving until near a fountain. He moved it and got shield and extra sword. Ready for the first biggest battle, the vengeant king rushed to save his mother and sister. Not without getting rid of the heartless enemy. Banging their swords every time they attacked. The angry thief made a cut on king's shoulder. The smell of blood made his anger go crazy. The king was faster and stronger. Thief was kicked on nose, splattering the blood all over the people watching the war over throne and royalty's breath. Sweating and crying, the thief was decapitated. Alexander untied the queen and princess and wore the crown with pride and scars. The scars that bled and will bleed his father's blood.