As i sit on my throne, Looking over my kingdom, I ask myself, Why did i ever want to be king.
I was born into the royal family and i was chosen as the heir to the throne, When i was younger, I the thought that being king would be exciting and romantic, But now it just feels cheap and fake.
At birth your fate is decided for you, I never had a choice in become king, I Didn't want this.
As i stare lifelesly at my goblet of red wine i feel a nauseating pain in my chest, The goblet falls from my hand and makes a loud crashing noise when it hits the ground, "Such a waste of fine jewelry".
As my last breaths start to fade away i decide to see who it is that killed me, As i lift my head i see my younger brother staring into my eyes with contempt,"I'm sorry brother", as my last words escape my mouth and my life is whisked away i see a smirk brimming over my brothers face, "i'm trully sorry", My conciousness fades, And as does my life...
I awake to the sound of an old man talking,"You had a pretty interesting life", The Old Man stare's at me as if trying to look into my soul,"Take a look around, Tell me when you are ready to go!".
It takes me a moment to understand what he meant, but as i look around i see the space i am in, it is a black abyse, my entire body is floating around as if it were irrelevent to the maner of all living things.
Around me is a floating cloud, The cloud was a dark gray colour with a barely visible Humanoid figure plastered on it.
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The more i looked at the person the more i recognised, And the more i understood, that person was my brother, It was the exactly the same as before i died, Same smirk, Same look, Same words.
This Cloud was playing my memories, And there was more than one, Tens, Hundreds, Thousands or even tens of thousands, All of them were floating in the void beside me.
On one i saw the day me and my wife got married, The day i was throned as king, The day i got the Martial Aura Test and even the day i was born.
'There was everything, good and bad', "And over there is the worst memory" The Whispy old man said as he pointed to a white radiating cloud, As i looked at that cloud i saw myself banishing my brother and his wife to the wastelands, My brother had betrayed the kingdom and he was exiled, As king i was the one that had to exile that person, Seeing someone you love beeing banished is horrible, But having to banish him myself hurt.
Tears started to fall down my cheeks as i would be leaving this all behind, The good and the bad, The happy and the sad, my entire life was going to be a thing of the past, i didn't mind.
I raised my voice so that the old man could hear me, "old man im ready to proceed".
the old man's face lit up and said, "Very well, Then i wish you good luck"...