"They call me the Eternal Monarch now" A fair, pretty lady was seated on a completely black throne. The hall was pitch black, with no other person in sight. Any spectator would have made the logical assumption that she was speaking to herself. After all, in this dark hall, it was impossible to see that the throne she was seated so comfortably on was glowing. Added to the fact that the throne's colour complemented that of the hall's, such a minor detail was easy to miss.
The lady giggled as the throne glowed. As for what was so funny, it was between her and the object that was supposed to be inanimate, yet seemed to possess is own soul. "No Reiki. Nothing really lasts forever" the lady's chuckles ended with this statement. A sad look took its place and cast more gloom in this already gloomy room. Reiki was apparently the name of the throne she sat upon- the Eternal Throne.
"Yes Reiki. I do miss them. They were my parents after all" the lady orated. Their conversation had reminded her of her parents' death. Here she was, alive and well. Yet they were long gone, and they left in one of the worst possible ways too. If only she could let them know, if only she could tell them, let them see that their escape plan for her had been successful. If only she could comfort them, informing them of the Usurper's death. It wasn't like if there was a land for the dead, they would meet the Usurper. She was certain that they wouldn't be in the same place. There was no way one so evil would be found resting with those who were of the light.
The throne glowed softly once more, seemingly comforting its mistress and friend. "You are right Reiki. The best I can do is to honour their memories. I am here, they aren't. I will make things right", her expression was resolute as she swore solemnly. However, in the next second her serious look was wiped away with another round of laughter. If any of her subordinates could see her right now, they would be gob smacked. Their King wasn't cold or anything like that, but she had a very reserved personality. She was always serious and said very little. Yet here she was, not only engaging in a lengthy conversation but being so overcome with happiness that she was laughing. Even after she recaptured what was rightfully hers, she showed no such emotion. However, if they were to find out that it was all due to a throne, they would spit out mouthfuls of blood. And spit up some more when they thought about the fact that they may never elicit such a response from her.
"Hahaha. Now you're also calling me the Eternal Monarch. Hahaha. You do know it's your fault I now have this title?" She questioned in between laughs.
"Who asked me to sit on you? Is that really your reply? Hahaha. Thanks Reiki. I needed that" she kept laughing, only taking a brief pause to acknowledge the help of the Eternal Throne. The throne glowed softly in reply, pleased it could offer its assistance. It glowed again shortly after, the words it conveyed known to only the King, yet her reaction told how shocked she was by the new information.
"What? You can do that?" The King shook violently on her throne. She turned to face the throne as she would have done a person and she posed her question. Her eyes were filled with expectation, and a hint of longing. The Eternal Throne glowed once more, this time the glow lasting longer than it usually did by a few seconds. It was unknown what it passed on, but it must have surely been a lengthy explanation.
"I see" the King replied in excitement. She returned to her previous position with a broad smile on her face. "To think that you can do all that. Yes, I want to see my father's memories." Ah, so that was it- the source of her bliss. She missed her parents dearly. Although she couldn't speak to them again, being allowed to see them in their memories would be enough for her.
The Eternal Throne wasn't called eternal for no reason. It wasn't called eternal because it could never be destroyed. Just like everything in the vast cosmos, it had a half-life and was susceptible to destruction. It was called the eternal throne because it allowed the past kings to live on in it. Memories, techniques, and emotions of kings were kept like precious rubies, and made available to the next king. The throne could let the True King, and only the True King, see and even experience the lives of those that were before him- or in this case, her.
"So, when can we begin Reiki?" the King asked in expectation, the calm and reserved nature known to her followers thrown outside the castle windows. The throne glowed once more.
"Now? Oh great. No no no, I don't need any time to prepare. I have been ready for an opportunity like this for years now." At the words of the King, the throne shone brighter than it had done till now. And unlike before, the glow wasn't black, it was white.
The King was blinded by the bright light. It was good thing that the curtains were drawn and the windows shut, otherwise her guards would have been alarmed by the strange sight. The last thing she wanted right now was to be disturbed. After all, opportunities like these didn't just fall from trees. From what Reiki told her, this ability was exhaustive. It could only be used once every few months. Even with her high level of patience, she was certain she wouldn't be able to wait that long. She would go crazy.
When her robbed vision was returned to her, she found herself still seated on the eternal throne. But they weren't in the throne room. She wasn't surprised. Reiki had already explained the process to her, and she trusted 'him'. The throne sat upon a field of beautiful green grass that stretched as far as the eye could see. The King looked around. She didn't get off the throne, nor did she open her mouth to speak. She knew the consequences of such actions. For if she did any of the two, she would be cancelling out the technique.
All of a sudden, the pretty figure shook violently on the throne. She tightened her jaws to keep from shouting and balled her fists. She tried her best to keep her emotions in check, trying not to lose control. Tears escaped her dark coloured eyes and trickled down her face as she gazed upon the lone figure that stood majestically on the field with a mighty sword in hand.
In her head she cried out, "Dad!"