The Year Was 1261 BC
Dear Readers,
Story time...............
There was a huge fire in the Plains under the Mount of Kalderran, the open pit was filled with more fuel daily. They wanted The Fire to glow for as many a walking day's distance as they could. They were going to kill a King.
There in the lost paths up the mountain side over near the southern Rim before it slipped toward the rising Sun, they said there was a small Kingdom. Yet Rich's beyond measure. Only ruled by a child.
They called him The Boy King. Honey was the rumored way he'd made his fortunes, or golden coins or something. Rumors are like that they just tell a bit even if not true. Yet they knew this King's wealth to be true. His fame was as far as the world was round.
They wanted to light all those dark paths up the mountain side so their soldiers would have a clear way, and no surprises, and also as a fear making light in t he lower lands, maybe this boy could be frightened.
The swords were sharpened to kill an oxen team with one wide swipe, The spearheads gleamed, the shafts the longest and most flexible, they were going to take the King's town, and the wealth along with it.
The low land Rulers had all gathered their best fighters, the pride of prideful, the best they all had, even some of their own guards were included, at least the best they were willing to spare.
The day of travel came with the dawn, Bright and very clear, the whole of the mountain was clear cut as high up as the tree line, yet they stopped just short of the alpine meadows as those were rumored to be haunted with the fallen dead of past Invasions.
Off toward the paths the men went, 1,000's strong, they'd be the new owners of the Riches of the Boy king soon, Just you wait. Bring more oil and pitch and wood to the burning pit, the order was sounded. Nightfall they wanted lite like the daylight.
................
Part Two later. Honest
This story is expanded from a composed and told to a room full of friends from about a year ago, an extended telling from my first telling at age 7, when the army of another land, came to call on my candy kingdom, I was happy to share. Even when others were only happy to take. My first full trip into altruism. Mentally.
May You have the Peace of Christ That passes all Understanding.
Charles.
Story time...............
There was a huge fire in the Plains under the Mount of Kalderran, the open pit was filled with more fuel daily. They wanted The Fire to glow for as many a walking day's distance as they could. They were going to kill a King.
There in the lost paths up the mountain side over near the southern Rim before it slipped toward the rising Sun, they said there was a small Kingdom. Yet Rich's beyond measure. Only ruled by a child.
They called him The Boy King. Honey was the rumored way he'd made his fortunes, or golden coins or something. Rumors are like that they just tell a bit even if not true. Yet they knew this King's wealth to be true. His fame was as far as the world was round.
They wanted to light all those dark paths up the mountain side so their soldiers would have a clear way, and no surprises, and also as a fear making light in t he lower lands, maybe this boy could be frightened.
The swords were sharpened to kill an oxen team with one wide swipe, The spearheads gleamed, the shafts the longest and most flexible, they were going to take the King's town, and the wealth along with it.
The low land Rulers had all gathered their best fighters, the pride of prideful, the best they all had, even some of their own guards were included, at least the best they were willing to spare.
The day of travel came with the dawn, Bright and very clear, the whole of the mountain was clear cut as high up as the tree line, yet they stopped just short of the alpine meadows as those were rumored to be haunted with the fallen dead of past Invasions.
Off toward the paths the men went, 1,000's strong, they'd be the new owners of the Riches of the Boy king soon, Just you wait. Bring more oil and pitch and wood to the burning pit, the order was sounded. Nightfall they wanted lite like the daylight.
................
Part Two later. Honest
This story is expanded from a composed and told to a room full of friends from about a year ago, an extended telling from my first telling at age 7, when the army of another land, came to call on my candy kingdom, I was happy to share. Even when others were only happy to take. My first full trip into altruism. Mentally.
May You have the Peace of Christ That passes all Understanding.
Charles.
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