The Shattered Night

50| Piper

The priest's voice is all that can be heard through the silence of the crowd. The empty feeling that all civilians of the country are experiencing feel like energy in my blood. But I know that deep down, no matter how solemn this occasion is supposed to be, it is not only despair that we are feeling, but faith. Faith has finally caressed our soul like never before.

The reign of the Demon of Azaelia has finally ended.

"May the rule of Queen Evelina rise from the ashes, and may the gods bless our home at the start of a grand beginning!"

The priest in his royal red robes holds out a shining crown, and our official new empress bows her head in response. Evelina's pupils are regal and piercing as she sweeps the crowd from above the stage. The holy light from heaven seems to be welcoming her into their arms, and the queen does not deny the effect of rightfulness.

"May we all rise like a phoenix reborn from embers and bring glory unto our realm!"

The queen raises her hands above her, as the command in her voice signals a rush of applause. The happiness radiating off from the civilians is undeniable. Never before had they experienced the feeling of being treated as an equal to the court. The wife of the king has made her first impression, and already people treat her like a goddess. Even I can't seem to deny the fact that Queen Evelina has secured her move. She has entranced her subjects like a moth being drawn to a flame.

At long last, can history say the royal corruption of the kingdom has finally ended. After hiding in the dust for so long, the flame igniting in my heart can finally shine. The ambitious fire that is burning to end the coming war will not cease to exist. The tyrannical dictator of the royal throne has been murdered, and at last, the country is finally free. After years of being enslaved to the hands of the Devil, our gods from heaven have given us a miracle. Fate has given us a miracle, fate has given us hope. The idea is shocking. Because never in a million years, would I ever have imagined the fact that someone had succeeded in killing the king. Someone had succeeded in freeing the dynasty from the darkness.

At first, the announcement of the king's death had been unbelievable. One of His Majesty's guards had rushed to the royal court to carry out the news. His message had been immediately broadcasted to the civilians of the country, and in effect, led to the coronation of the queen. Now at this very moment, Evelina was blessed with the symbol of the gods. I will have to pray that her reign will last accordingly. The warning of the Fallen Angels isn't going to go away any time soon. If the queen even has a plan, I would mark myself impressed.

"We will start a revolution, and I promise you that our country will be brought upon greatness once again. There is no stopping all the deeds that you and I can accomplish, for this is what we were made for."

As Queen Evelina continues her speech, I suddenly recall the words that Stephan had said to me before I had brought the Iron Sword to the now dead king. My brother had taken my hands and whispered words of comfort to soothe my turbulent soul. He had said to not be afraid, and that he would never again leave me behind. He had said that he would not ever in his life commit to a sin so arrogant and blinded. He had told me with the words coming from the heart, that he truly regretted the day he had brought misery down us all. Our parents are dead, and there is no turning back.

What were the last thoughts that mother and father had reminded themselves? What were the expressions on both of their faces when the guards of the king had decided to end their life? Did my parents die in peace, or were they tortured? Did they worry for my brother and I as much as I did? Did they know what would happen next?

All these questions suddenly spiral around my head in monstrous energy. It never occurred to me that the king would end the life of my guardians so soon. All I had been worried about during that day was the fate of my brother. I hadn't even stopped once to think about the hands of my parents, and just the fact bothers me. Had I really been that selfish?