The Eternal Slumber of the King
Author: Marshal Sheng Long
Brando woke up from his dream with a sharp pain in his chest.
He saw a curtain embroidered with luxurious patterns. He laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling that was decorated with murals through the curtain. He did not say a word.
[I finally saw that dream again.]
[I thought I had forgotten about it. But it's great to be able to dream about it now.]
[At the moment when his life is coming to an end.]
"Ryan." He opened his mouth slowly and spoke with a tired and hoarse voice, "Help me up."
"Yes, my king." The loyal Knight who had been standing by the side came forward and dressed the king who was at the end of his life. Then, he quietly retreated behind him.
Brando looked at himself in the mirror. Although his body was still tall and straight, he was faintly showing signs of weakness. His skin was also a little pale.
[Ah, it seems like the cold poison has penetrated deep into my bones. I'm not far from death.] Although Brando had already come to this conclusion, he was not afraid at all. He was no longer afraid of embracing death. In fact, he wanted to indulge in death for a long time.
"Ryan." Brando stood there for a long time and said to the loyal Knight behind him, "Accompany me for a walk." After that, he walked out of the room without looking back. Ryan's whole body trembled, but he immediately took a deep breath and followed closely behind.
After walking out of the room, they appeared in the courtyard of the palace. Since it was close to winter, there was only a layer of withered grass on the ground. There were also a few shrubs that hung down their necks. It looked especially bleak under the dusk. However, the two who were walking on the path did not care about the scenery at all. Instead, they were talking softly.
"Ryan, I just had a dream. It was a sweet dream. It was so beautiful that it made me indulge in it. It was so beautiful that I thought it really existed."
"Indulging in illusions is not what a wise king should do, Your Majesty." Ryan acted as a strict admonisher as usual.
"Haha, you're right, Ryan. You're always right. Without your help, I wouldn't have been able to walk the path of a king!" Brenda teased softly.
"It's my honor to serve you, Your Majesty." Ryan's tone was still indifferent, but there was a hint of sobbing in his voice. The smart him had already guessed something.
"You're always so wise and humble, my most loyal knight," Brendel's voice became softer, "but I'm tired. Even if it's me, there will be a day when I fall!"
The Knight, who had remained calm all this while, finally could not take it anymore. Ryan knelt down on one knee and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, please don't say that. The people of Erouine cannot live without you! Please be strong. Don't reminisce about the pain of the past. As long as you let go of the past, you will soon be able to … "The Knight was choked with sobs.
"Stand up, Ryan." After a long silence, Brando's voice sounded again. "From now on, I am no longer your king. Standing in front of you is a pitiful man who has lost his soul long ago!"
Although Ryan did not want to get up, he grabbed his shoulder with one hand. Even though he was seriously injured, Brando's strength was still extremely powerful. With just one hand, Ryan could not resist and had to slowly get up.
They stopped in a room deep in the courtyard. The room was surrounded by thick walls, and there was only a huge iron door in front of them. However, even with the thick walls separating them, the cold air still seeped out, making them shiver.
Brendel pushed open the iron door, and a huge amount of cold air roared out, causing their clothes to flutter violently. Gradually, the cold wind subsided, and a dark entrance was revealed. The two of them stared into the darkness. Finally, Brando slowly exhaled and said, "From now on, I will leave Erouine to you. Ryan, you are different from me. You will definitely become a wise king."
The loyal Knight wanted to open his mouth several times, but no words came out. He could only clench his teeth and shiver to prevent the sadness in his heart from gushing out.
"Ryan, you will listen, right?!" The king's voice became firm and hard to refuse.
"… Yes, my king. I will listen to all your orders. It is my honor!" Ryan knelt on one knee and finally made a promise. Because the king's orders could not be refused.
"If that's the case, then I am relieved." Brando walked in and disappeared into the darkness. The last words he said to the Knight beside him came from afar, "I have always believed in you, Ryan." As the door slowly closed, the Knight's heart-wrenching scream echoed outside the wall. Unfortunately, that person could no longer hear it.
[Between the Ice Coffins] was the name of this ice room. Looking around, the room, including the ceiling, was covered with ice crystals. The blue halo was reflected by the ice, illuminating the stairs deep in the room. On the flat ground above the stairs, there were two ice coffins. Through the thick layer of ice, one could vaguely see the beautiful figures inside. Following the stairs, there was a small path that could only be walked by one person. There was also a figure moving forward on the path.
It was Brando.
However, he didn't look well at the moment. Ever since he entered the room, his body had been constantly emitting waves of cold air. At the moment, most of his body had already been covered in ice chips. His face was ashen, but his eyes were blooming with a fiery light.
[I once had a dream. I thought I could change history.]
[I once had a dream. I thought this was a gift from fate.]
[But I was wrong. It was just a trap that made people fall deeper into despair!]
As the cold air became stronger, the surrounding temperature dropped significantly. Even the small path was beginning to be covered by ice. However, Brando did not care. His feverish eyes were still chasing after the thing on the stairs. Although his steps became staggered and his breathing became rapid, he did not stop walking.
The living, the living. The road turned into a river of ice. There were no seasons in life. Only the cold winter in the wilderness would freeze the blood and tears that seeped out into ice.
Finally, Brando walked up the stairs. Although his speed became slower and slower, he was full of strength as he climbed up the stairs. However, when he reached the last step, Brando's figure stopped. He sat down with his back against the ice coffin. He allowed the ice to cover his body, but he did not move at all.
[Ah]
[I had that dream again yesterday.]
[In the dream, you are still by my side.]
[What a mesmerizing dream.]
[Ah]
[I didn't live well. I'm sorry.]
[I didn't protect this country well. I'm sorry.]
[I didn't fulfill my promise with you. I'm sorry.]
[But]
[Without you, I'm really lonely.]
Exhaling the last breath in his body, the King of Erouine finally entered a sweet dream with pain all over his body.
In the same year, Maralda broke into the Erouine Kingdom and opened the prelude to the Dark Age.
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