Dragon's Fire: The Usurper King by Neftali Hernandez

Author:Neftali Hernandez [Hernandez, Neftali]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

Limitless Possibilities

I found myself in the bustling heart of a village, walking among the people. The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky, casting a warm glow over the lively market square.

As I moved through the crowd, my guards flanking me, the people greeted me with smiles and bows. I made it a point to stop and talk with them, asking about their families, their work, and their well-being. Their faces lit up as they spoke, happy to share their stories with their king.

Near a stall, an elderly vendor struggled to lift a heavy crate of fruits. Without hesitation, I stepped forward to help, lifting the crate with ease and placing it on the stall. The vendor, surprised and grateful, thanked me profusely. "It's my duty to serve my people, just as it is yours to serve the kingdom with your hard work," I said, smiling.

Continuing my walk, I spotted a group of children playing. They ran up to me, their laughter filling the air. I knelt down to speak with them, their eyes wide with excitement. "Remember, you are the future of this kingdom," I told them. "Be brave, kind, and always seek knowledge." The children nodded eagerly, their faces beaming with pride and joy.

As I rose, my mother, Sonia, joined me, her presence always a source of wisdom and comfort. "My son, your connection with the people is what truly makes you a great king," she said, her eyes reflecting pride.

"I learned from the best," I replied, smiling at her. "You taught me that a ruler's strength lies not just in leading, but in listening and caring."

We continued our walk, and soon, Denise joined us, her grace and compassion equally known throughout the kingdom. She carried with her a basket of bread, which she had baked herself to distribute among the people. Together, we handed out the bread, sharing warm conversations with the citizens.

At one point, a young boy approached, his clothes worn and tattered. Denise knelt down, offering him a particularly large piece of bread. "What's your name, young man?" she asked gently.

"I'm Milo," he replied shyly, taking the bread with a small, grateful smile.

"Remember, Milo, you are valued and loved in this kingdom," Denise said, her voice full of kindness.

We watched him go, his step lighter, his back a little straighter.

A woman, her face lined with the story of her years, approached us hesitantly. "Your Majesty," she began, her voice quivering with unspoken need.

Sonia, with a gentle hand, guided her forward. "Speak, dear one," she encouraged. "Your king hears you."

The woman's eyes met mine, and in them, I saw the strength of our kingdom. "My lord, it's my son. He wishes to learn, to read and write, but we lack the means."

I knelt to her level, taking her work-worn hand in mine. "Your son's thirst for knowledge shall not go unquenched. We will see to his education," I promised, the words not just a decree but a vow.

“And I shall visit with books and help him begin his journey," Denise added, her smile as warming as the sun above.

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