My eyes were open and I paid close attention to every word, every action and I made sure to not miss a thing about Yishen's coronation ceremony.
Two old men who wore traditional colorful robes and had their own tiaras placed on their heads appeared, one of them held the big crown fit for a King. The whole arena went silence and no one talked - it was a sacred time. The time when a man becomes King, a god of his own people and a leader.
I remembered how my grandfather used to describe the transition, from a prince to a King - and he called it the most powerful feeling in the whole world. It's changes a person's perspectives, his believes and also his soul. He warned me about it that if one isn't easily guided he may lose his own soul in the process.
