#Not yet a King
Perhaps I have been too hasty when I called myself a King.
After all, what kind of King runs from his enemies.
Perhaps this is for the best.
The past month has been too peaceful.
The foxes in this place have long ceased to be a challenge to me.
Each of them can be easily killed with one swipe of my paws.
They will provide me with food, but killing them won't make me strong.
For that, I have to kill Humans.
The Humans here regularly kill wolves.
They do it for the same reason I kill them.
No, not for revenge.
Although that is a bonus.
They kill wolves to get stronger,
So I kill them to do the same.
I placed myself where I can easily be seen.
Where I would look like a lone wolf, away from the pack.
"Easy pickings" I would appear.
Until I turned to attack them.
I believed myself a King.
And then the other humans came.
Their swords could cut me.
Their arrows could pierce me.
Their fire could burn me.
I believed myself a King.
Clearly I was wrong.
I need to get stronger.
This place won't do...
So where should I go?
I look up.
The Sun.
The Sun goes west every day.
The Sun gives me strength.
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Since the Sun goes west,
Why shouldn't I?
Yes!
That's where I'll go!
I shall chase the Sun!
My Mother was weak because she grew up in the cold and dark North.
But I am different!
I live in this land of the Sun.
That alone makes me much stronger than I would have been otherwise.
Run!
Run!
Chase!
I look up again.
The Sun is far!
The sky went dark for a moment.
I look back.
That was odd.
I thought I felt my Mother.
No matter.
Run!
Run!
Chase!
I look up again.
The Sun is still far!
I will not catch it today.
Not even tomorrow.
But one day I will!
Perhaps,
On that day,
I will truly be a King?
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Author's Note:
Hello again!
Remember this fella?
Cute little pup?
Had one helluva mother?
Got used as a hostage?
Killed a cute little rabbit?
Yeah?
Well looks like he's been killing newbie players this time!
And they don't like it!
So they called a few of their friends to chase him out.
Well, that's the part that I couldn't fit into the story since it's something Sköll wouldn't know of.
As usual, any and all comments and criticisms are welcome.