Far away in a world not unlike our own.
He left the throne and stepped away.
As a king of the ages he was tired.
The times had not been kind to him.
But he did not care.
To him it was what he wanted for his people
and what the people wanted from him.
Nothing else mattered.
If he was tired, sick or having a life of hardship,
what was that compared to what was best for his people?
He had lost almost everything.
His riches had gone.
The war to save the land had claimed his health.
Few had understood him and most had left his side.
He did not care.
What was right was what was right.
There was only one path to ever take,
the correct one.
From the time he was young he had always known the path.
It had been easy for him, natural, an ever present instinct.
Inscribed in his core.
But above that his real talent was that of
unwavering firmness of mind, to never falter.
No matter the consequences to himself or anything he cared for,
he did what must be done.
It was upon him to make things the best they could be.
They had not understood.
When he had saved the land they had cheered.
When he had given them his gold they had rejoiced.
As crops grew tall for years upon years they had been content.
But as the volcanic ash fell upon the city
and as its tears flowed down the mountain side,
the winds had changed.
The whispers started with the rumbles.
How could he have made their world so safe and prosperous?
There must be a reason, no other land had this fortune.
When the first smoke arose, the whispers grew
A pact of sorts must have been laid
He could not alone had such luck
The lava began to spew and the story transformed.
A demon was present and the king had aligned.
Now was the time when price was to be payed.
What had he done? The future had been traded away.
He walked war-torn up to stand in front of the mob.
"Here you have me, do what you will. My life has always been yours."
They picked him up and carried him away.
Beating upon him all the distance there.
Up the mountain side with effort and toil.
Through heat and smoke, stone and flow.
At the mountains edge they threw him down.
"Leave this world without honors from us,
your ruse has been revealed and time is up.
Go where you belong,
no one will ever more sing your song."
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