CHAPTER 6 -- Exiled King [Shikaku fell asleep after the tiring events that occurred throughout the day][Shikaku's dream][A voice in the silence]Sa-[The voice's attempt to speak was a failure it seemed like something cut it off]My 16th as an inmateToday i went on to have conversation with Kenji since it's been a long time since i last talked to him i wanted to keep our 'friends' status as it was[Shikaku who was rather eager to talk with kenji, to his surprise kenji was the one to strike up a conversation despite his rather introverted behavior][He screamed at the top of his lungs]"SHIKAKU!""Yes I'm shikaku"[Pointing his finger at Shikaku's eyes]"You're eyes, their color changed from black to white"i was shocked but i tried to maintain my composure because this could be a result of my meeting with Alastor[In a rather casual tone] "Oh really?" [With a shocked expression still pointing at Shikaku's eyes]"You're eyes are white!"[with a shocked yet cold expression in the same casual tone] "really?"[The atmosphere quickly was striped of it's oddness and then they went on to talk normally]"So kenji you got anymore interesting stories up your sleeves?"[Kenji replied with a rather happy look on his face in an enthusiastic tone]"Well i got some you can decide by the titles which one seems most interesting to you.""It seems like he got lonely because of me not talking to him" i thought to myself, i was rather happy to have a talk with Kenji after a long time too it might have not been that long for KenjiBut i lived through 3 lives in that time, Alastor didn't just show me and narrate me the user's history he made me have every bit of memories the user's had i felt everything[After a Slight Pause] Their death's as well[Kenji waved his hand at Shikaku]"Hey you there?"[Shikaku replied loudly shouting at Kenji]"YES?"[Kenji ignored the loudness of the reply and went on to tell the titles of the tales enjoying telling every name.]"The dragon's Fury, Evil genius of the Mather's domain ,Song of god ,Hell's JudgementOr" [Kenji said in a low sounding voice whispering to Shikaku]"The Exiled King?"[Shikaku said amused by this tale's rather interesting name]"Yeah the Exiled King's Tale seems pretty good and interesting sounding to me" [Kenji replied with an excited look on his face]"Alright let's start the tale of the Exiled King now"[Kenji begins this tale with a nostalgic tone and a sad look on his face] "Back in history when this now glorious kingdom was no bigger than a normal city it wasn't even called it's current nameit was called something different than what it's called now the former name has been long lost in distant pastAt that time the king was Vasilias von Valois because we were a small nation a great kingdom with army four times larger than our at that time They attacked us with sheer filthy greed in their mind without warnings or declaring a war they purposely sent a small wave of army to test our army's strength We annihilated the smaller wave of enemy's our king understood that we will by normal measures lose miserably so after just a mere 5 hour treatment To the small portion of the army that took damage our army went to capture a village temple that was well respected by the people from far away And was known for granting wishes of the people that wished on that temple it was known as the Temple of Miracles where when a poor wished for wealthUnhealthy wished for health, people wished for thing's and blessings and got them granted here this legend was rather popular in our kingdom at that time So the army after capturing the Temple went to wish themselves for their family,friend's,lover's or such By seeing the enthusiasm and belief in the army for that temple of mysteries the King became rather eager to see so for himself if the Temple really granted wishes or not To see if the legend could uphold it's reputation and belief or not, the king went to the temple alone without any guard whatsoever The king knew that no matter how hard he would try and his army would try they will most definitely lose this battle with a kingdom many times larger than theirsAs strong as the king was he was still intelligent he kept it from the army so that they wouldn't lose their will to fight, their will to liveThe king that night wished upon the temple he said ' O' Temple of Miracles i beg in front of thee to bestow upon me victory in the impending war ahead of me'The king bowed for the first time in his life for a victory he knew he wouldn't get he asked for the very impossible from that templeThe king saw a figure besides the mysterious object the temple worshiped that figure looked no different than a mere villager That figure spoke the word's 'Wish granted' The king fell unconscious the second he saw that figure and woke up the next dayThe army along with the king knew that defeat was the only thing that awaited them yet they pridefully went to the battlefield The army fought with courage and resilience yet all of the soldiers met their end leaving only the king left At last after trying hard the king was slain..[After a slight pause]But despite having his head cut off he was alive his head recovered in this battle he after this death he died more than 200 times until he wonAll of the other kingdom's army was slain by one single person our kingdom won the territory of the other kingdom by redeeming the head of the other kingdom's kingThus creating the nation currently known as Valdorheim the battle brought the king glory, respect ,power and the thing this battle took from the king was sanity After dying more than 200 times the at last lost his sanity soon the king declared his son the heir to the throne and later deemed him worthy and passed him the throneLater on that king grew old and passed the throne to his son and at that time The legendary king Vasilias Von Valois had lost almost all sanity And he was at the verge to lose his humanity the very definition of life has always been death and if one were to lose death the meaning of life would be pointlessKing Vasilias was in great misery he many times tried to commit suicide but failed to do so he knew that no matter how old he grew he would stay aliveTo see the death of his beloved ones, To see the death of his own bloodline these thoughts kept him awake at nightDriving him insane The king's great great grandson the king of that time understood the situation He understood that if this kept going on he would turn against the very kingdom he made himself he took the hard choice He exiled the king in a cell like a prisoner Legend has it that somewhere,In this castle there still exists a cell where the Exiled King is still screaming in agony because of his once blessing now a curse of immortality" --The End-- --To be Continued--