WORD COUNT: 400 words
King Valisen smashes his fist onto the table. The gathered men turned worried gazes onto him. Lately, he had been in a frenzy of sorts. They were half-inclined to say that he was descending into insanity but he was still their King – for however long more there was a kingdom for him to rule – and as such they kept their thoughts to themselves.
As if to emphasize the shortness of King Valisen’s remaining time to rule, an explosion rocks the castle – their last remaining stronghold in this war against magic. It was a war the King started 17 years ago.
The door opens and wide-eyed lark announces the loss of the outer courts and the King’s shoulder slumps. That loss meant the castle will soon be taken. He had no more cards to play. And even if did have any, he wasn’t sure he would have. He had already lost much during this lengthy war.
“Leave me.” He commands.
They nodded in understanding.
“It’s a funny thing, knowing the future.” A taunting voice says.
“YOU!” Valisen hisses at the sight of the soothsayer from 18 years ago. “Because of you!”
“It’s in the pursuit to change the future that we make them reality.” Arnhem says. “It was you who created the monster in your fear of my prophecy – no, your own son. Your rash actions spurred him into action.” He pauses. “And he shall be gentle and kind and greatly loved – a King among Kings!”
“You should’ve listened in entirety before banishing me.” Arnhem grins. “His mother and friends would still be alive.”
The door crashes to the floor and Prince Xerhim steps in, the visage of power and hatred. Valisen opens his mouth to speak, his eyes watering but Xerhim raises a hand to stop him.
“You’re my father, so I shall not kill you.” He says coldly. “Besides, death is not a good enough atonement for all you’ve done.”
Again, Valisen moves to speak but once more he was cut off.
“As of this moment, you are banished from Vahyan and stripped of all your titles.” Xerhim says. “Lead him out.”
“Xerhim, forgive me please.” Valisen begs as he is lead away by a gleeful Arnhem.
The only response to his cries was the stony back of the son he tried to kill. The beginning of all things are, indeed, small. And sometimes, so is the ending.
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