The Doom of the Lost Kings

How far would you let your revenge lead you? Would you let it turn you clinically insane? Would you let it drag you into uncharted realms and would you let it twist you into a liar to conquer such places? Someone did.

To them, it's their story. It's another journey across six countries to find themselves and to discover the truth about their misshaped world. They search dangerous terrain, they take my help and use it for their foolish desires.

The main brothers of this story will share how they used to be told stories about mythical figures and power by their Mother. Where in-between the lines of them, she would warn them about turning their backs on suspicious beings though what good is it to look behind when the real danger is instead right in front of you? It was a shame she never got to teach them that.

Their story began on the sunniest day of the year, where one was in the middle of the ninth sea and the others were huddled in a small Tavern. The tension was high in that family and little did they know, they were on the edge of something grand. Something grand like meeting a power that a Mother's warning couldn't stop them from entertaining.

The Dark age was slowly flowing in then and a plan ticked away like it had been for years waiting for the perfect time to unravel, which ironically struck on the first eclipse of the world. Where the Moon, finally caught the Sun.

Their Mother taught me a important lesson. To teach me the right ways of being alive.

What is a mortal if not selfish and cruel?
What is a mortal if not hated and feared?
What is a mortal if not a traitor?

Who was she for believing chaos could be tamed by that?
They were off to retrieve a stolen crown, to reclaim their lives and pathetic world. Along the way they found love and tears, they found family and together, they found their ruin.

I was among them.

I watched.

I waited.

I learnt.

I lied.

I took time to catch the Sun.
My glorious Sun.