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username: neongraveyard
kalon name: Aquillius [goes by Aquilo]
kalon gender: trans male [he / him]
prompt answer:

CHANGE.

The auburn leaves rustle in the quiet fall breeze, dappling the graying countryside. The tall walls of the castle surrounding him remain the same, however, the off-white bricks shining in the morning light. As he sighs, the wind blows from behind him, rustling the dying leaves in the empty fields before him.

Change has always been important to him.

As a child, he watched his father change. From a noble king, he became possessed, tormented by a monster that he had worked his entire life to banish. His task was a success, but the man lost a part of himself forever.

As he grew from a child, he watched his family fall apart, torn between doing what is right and honoring their bonds. His innocence was lost as he watched his brother corrupt their home, his father decay into unflinching madness, and his mother disappear from their door. As his father finally came to pass, he was named the new king, and with his brother the two ruled as a split duo. Aquilo’s attempts to keep the peace was for naught, however, as his brother plotted against him time and time again, eventually leading them into war and famine.

After years of turmoil, the young kalon steeled himself, stood before the suffering kingdom, and gave a speech. For once, rather than return things to their old ways, he pressed for change. The people, who once wanted the head of their rival king, listened with open ears and troubled hearts, the words of the young man resonating within their souls. They had never wanted a war. Long ago, they had stood solely for peace.

The fighting ended within the next year. The world had been torn apart, but there was time to bring a new wave of change. With time, and determination, the people who had torn their home to ruin with their anger could build it back up again.

It took years for them to heal. Aquilo’s people had changed forever, but they had seen the err of their ways and allowed themselves to change once again, this time for the better. The world still lay in a shadow of its former self; villages and cities lost to the cause still lay in distraught on the hillsides and in the mountains, their tattered flags and toppled buildings reminders of the past. The shining new homes and gardens that filled their spaces brought thoughts of hope, however, and with each day that he breathed Aquilo found it easier to move on. To change.

As he looks to the forest, he leans forward, his weight on the stone railing of his balcony.

Everything must change, in one way or another. The only thing he can do is work to make them change for the better.







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