Chasing Peace

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Thunder cried out from above, violently piercing the eardrums of peasants below. Fearing their lives, they hurried inside to warmth and comfort, seeking shelter from the bitter cold rain.

Now was the time to tell stories of knights defending the castle, or beasts being devoured by the sharp blade of a brave soldier; but instead, my father decided to tell tales of the darkness, a power he explained thrived in the forest that we lived so close to. Scaring me from ever travelling beyond the castle walls.

Fast forward 15 years and I'm nearly king. My father is on his last limbs, and many think I am already the ruler of this kingdom. The kingdom of Rantire, a place for all to have freedom and peace; or so it was.

"This doesn't even make sense! You can't jail people for trying to leave the kingdom!" I lashed out at him, with enraged eyes, trying to give a word for the people and end the suffering.

"I may do as I please! I cant take or give anything I want!"

"Not you, not anyone will stop me from what I want!" Shouted the king, arising from his throne. His words like bolts of thunder, striking the throne room, piercing anyone who dares approach him.

"When I am king, I will make sure every peasnt in this castle that was harmed by you, will be compensated for the trouble! All the mistakes you have made, and the wrong you have done will be remembered, and will hail you the horrible king!" The words poured out from all the times I said nothing; 15 years of people having to put up with this monster, and now, finally, it can end.

"You wont be king...." Replied the king in a softer tone, as if he was hatching a plan.

"What do you mean?" I asked, in a confused manner.

"I won't allow it, I'll imprison you" Replied the king, with a sinister tone.

"For what crime? I haven't done anything!" I cried out, knowing that he would make something up.

"For conspiracing against the king. You shall be executed for your crimes on the throne tomorrow!" He said as he returned to his throne.

"It is my birth right to be king! Not even you can take that away!" I growled back. "It is your birth right to be royal, not king!" Replied the king, with a face of anger.

"In the eyes of the nobles, I am worthy to be king! They won't have it!" I replied, hoping that it would help my cause.

"You were never worthy of anything! You, will, never, be, KING!"

"Guards, arrest my son for conspiracing against the crime, throw him in the jails!"

"Father please don't do this!" I shouted as the guards pulled me away from the throne room. I was close to ending this suffering, and now I am to be beheaded tomorrow. I scream and shout as I'm dragged away to the dungeons, knowing the kingdom is forever doomed.