Everything is right in the world. Then why is there nothing left for me?
I walked past the rubble and the injured people; those crushed under buildings but miraculously survived and those who didn’t. I had finally won. After months of war, it was over and I had emerged as the victor. Then, why didn’t it feel like a victory? Why did I feel like I had received a death sentence instead? Why wouldn’t this dread and guilt go away?
A year ago, I was so sure of my destiny. I was to be the King of the world and save everyone from the tyranny. But now that I had finally achieved it, why did I feel like it would be better if the villain had remained? No, why did I feel like I had become the villain?
I reached the safehouse and was greeted by raucous whoops and cheers of “All Hail the king!”, but my eyes only focussed on those who were hurt, lying in the beds, the dead who had blankets over their bodies. It was unreal and I couldn’t believe that I was the reason for this horrific moment.
How was I any better than a hurricane that caused havoc and reaped souls? How was I better than an epidemic that took away people’s lives? I was worse than any earthquake that destroyed people’s homes. I was no saviour, I was the true wretch.
The memories of the past few days haunted me,
“You think what you’re doing is right, don’t you? What about me then? Am I the criminal if I’m only doing what I think is right?”
” I’m saving the world from you! You’re a monster!”
“And destroying the world while doing so? Who’s the actual monster, hmm? Me, who wants to rule the world; Or you,who’s going to demolish the whole world so that I don’t?”
Was it worth it? Fighting for months, killing enemies and having friends killed, facing famines and starvation… For what? To gain a title? How was I any better than him? I had emerged as the new king because of the choice I had made. That choice meant that I was responsible for the massacre. I looked over to the end of the room where a mother tried to appease her daughter who was crying over the loss of someone they loved. Besides her, a woman lay in bed, her face indistinguishable because of the burns and scars she had sustained.
I had chosen to follow the warpath but foolishly hadn’t thought about the after effects, how I had unknowingly forced everyone onto a path they might not be willing to take. Now, it was time to take up the consequences. I may have won the war, but a bigger battle lay in front of me. To clear up the mess I’d made. While past mistakes couldn’t be erased, it was time I made sure that there wouldn’t be any more.
I silently vowed to every creature that has helped me and those that would, I vowed that I wouldn’t forget what they’d done for me and that I would work every single hour of the day to make up for it and work towards their betterment. I vowed that they’d be safe.
As I sat in the safehouse, talking and helping out, I decided that I was going to be what the people need and also be what I need.
~ A King’s turmoil.
Hey guys, Simon here. It’s been a while now, sorry I haven’t been uploading as regularly as I promised.
To talk about the story, have you ever wondered what Kings thought about, after winning wars? The emotions that they go though?
Well, if you hadn’t, now you will! Just something else to think about when you’re supposed to be asleep.
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