Short Story 1.2: David
In another realm,
Far from the Hidden Forest…
There lived a King,
Who was known to his subjects as,
Brave and bold.
He was,
A mighty ruler of the Wasteland,
The apprentice of the Wasteland Elder, and
King to his fellow krebs.
With a majestic crown
Sitting on top of a fearsome lion-like mane,
A cape of inky black
Adorned on his shoulders, and
A scary crab mask on his face,
He was known to everyone as
David.
Despite the land ridden with
Pollution and filth, and
Of krills and krebs,
He had a heart filled with gold.
Yet, he knew not to taken advantage by his kindness and
Ruled over his people truthfully, justly and firmly.
He had fondness over his fellow krebs,
Who greeted him with headbutts and 'skrees'.
Such little lovable creatures,
Were allowed to make mischief on passing travelers.
For the krills,
He made a deal with them.
To feast on those
They laid their lone eye on.
Yet if the children escape their sight,
They were not to search for them.
With that, he ensured
A long-lasting peace
In his Kingdom.
Yet,
Despite everything,
No matter how satisfied he was,
He felt,
Something was missing,
In his life.
Something precious,
One of a kind.
Something for him,
And only him.
"But what was it?"
He heard the question
In his heart said aloud,
As he was guided by the moonlight
Down a grass trodden path.
Hidden by the towering trees,
With trunks as wide as the pillars in his temple,
He spied upon a certain Queen
Thinking wistfully by herself.