SHORT STORY

The citizens had been waiting so long. Through wars that had ravaged the land, and kings who had promised much with empty words, still the citizens had waited. At times messengers brought news from the far country, but children who had believed the messages of the promised heir had eventually grown grey and fragile. Expectation had grown hard. Still, there were those who hoped. At times, they seemed out of touch with reality, especially after the darkness conquered the land, bringing ruin and poverty. 

It was the kind of darkness that you can almost feel on your skin, and everything lay still, as if glad for a reprieve from the defeat of the day. Then a sound broke the deep silence. It was the cry of an infant- the forty-second monarch. 

The forty-one generations before had left only broken promises in their wake, but this monarch changed the very fabric of the kingdom. His citizens found peace and meaning, replacing the murmur of lies that had covered the land with songs and stories of this new reign. Restoration didn't happen in a day, but slowly the darkness fled before the heir, the forty-second Monarch. 

We Are His Monarchy!