username + number :: nermal1999 (214589)
kalon name :: Bow
prompt ::
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"I love my people more than the burden of the throne, and it's because of that love that I will never cease to fight."
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Stringed instrumental music filled the night air, as the full moon's luminescent light reflected over the pristine waters of the Oasis. Lifting his head to the sky caused the gold of his earrings to make a satisfying clink as they swayed against his jawline. Letting out a content sigh, Bow gently shifted back more into the cushions that decorated the floor, his gaze slowly shifted from the diamonds that painted the sky, to the warm atmosphere that surrounded him, more specifically, the warmth of the people that surrounded him.
Here in this very place, it was warm, it was safe, but most of all it was peaceful. It was a place that Bow loved, a place he was happy to oversee, to live, to breathe.
Bow has always been a lover among the fighters, and here in these Arabian nights was where he truly loved to be, among the people, among the music, among the stars. If he could, he would freeze time right where it's at, right to this very second, simply freeze time and take the photo, keep this happiness, this peaceful warmth, keep it right where it's at, right in his grasp, right in his mind's eye.
If only he could hold possession of the properties of a magic lamp, he would only use one wish, one wish to freeze the rising of the sun, stop tomorrow from coming, anything to keep this joy that he felt, to keep this peace, to stop what awaited him upon the sunrise.
Though the gold he adorned were beautiful and shimmered like the sun, each garment, each sash, each ring, was like another weight added to his body, a burden he could never shake. They were a constant reminder, a reminder that ever since the day he was born, he was raised with the single purpose to one day inherit the kingdom that his family spent years building and establishing, that upon his duties he would one day take over the throne, to bear the responsibility that this gold held.
Each day was a battle, a mental fight of responsibilities that he carried, the responsibilities of holding the lives of so many in his own hands. Each day was a constant fight, a fight to keep his head held high no matter the weight that was placed upon him, to bear whatever was thrown at him, to brace for any necessary battles that may come, anything if it meant the protection of his people.
Bow hated the throne, but he loved his home, the land, and the people more than anything. This gold is a burden and it forever will be a burden, but it's his burden and it's one that he'll fight to protect.
So until the day that the sun rose upon his face and a new title is bestowed onto him, Bow will sit, not as a royal, not as the son of a rich family, but as a man. He will sit and listen to the music that filled the air, relish in the warmth of his people, and watch on as the moon shown, overseeing the cool desert.
If he could, he would chose the life that he had in these moments. Unfortunately, he was born into the role of a fighter, a fight in his own self and the gold that he bore.
But if it meant for a better tomorrow, then a fighter he shall be.
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