Ever get a new book, and in the moment of wanting to get into a story that would or could be a great new advent, you skip over the prelude or preface, which contain the back story or reason for the story’s telling, often missing the whole point of things?
Life is much like that, each life skips over the beginning, we often look at wanting the action, the romance, the magical musical experience. But, as often, we find the tragedy, the suspenseful horror, the sad endings.
I leaped into my story, my life, looking for the love story and happy ending, the magical wild existence that all Disney movies promise, only to find I am living in a Stephen King Trilogy, one where the hero leaves in disgrace after saving the world, it abandons him, hanging him to the proverbial cross of his own unwilling creation.
I unwillingly start a new chapter in my book of life, in it, the hero finds himself alone, disowned and abandoned by his kin, his Queen has ripped him from his throne and has expelled him from his one Castle and Kingdom. His children whom he loves have each had a devilishly evil part in his destruction.
The chapter starts with the hero wandering alone in a vast and shadowed wasteland, bent and broken, bruised and beaten, bleeding inside, infected with sorrow and plagued by voices in his head, the echoes of the false accusations and the sound of his lover cursing his name, mocking him in unfounded anger when once that voice beckoned him to bed.
He drags himself through the dirt and waste, towards the dim light that glows just off the distant horizon, bately escaping the blak shadow that is advancing upon his every shuddered step. He looks back, wondering how he missed the signs of treachery, how could he possibly deserved the betrayal, the black blade still firmly lodged in his back, the wound no longer bleeds, and he has gotten used to the pain. His eyes, dried out and swollen from the constant stream of tears, his mouth, twisted from screaming inward, from behind a broken smile and it is dry from a lack of words to say, all his words were used to question and defend. His magic power has depleted to mere parlor tricks and his noble sword has become a cane for a broken man.
As our hero reaches the horizon, he finds the light was not the sun rising on the new day, but the fire and poisonous breath of the demon that has taunted his life. “I have come to finish you, you a once noble adversary, now I almost pity you, one swat will finish you” the demon laughs, but the hero, with his last bit of strength, his last spark of magic, stands tall, drawing up to meet the challenge, draws his dullend blade and stands to the charge, definitely, “here I am, master of lies, I’ve traveld all this way to find you, you thought I was running away, no, I was leading you away from the innocent”, our hero smiles “come, my blade is dull, so it will cause you more pain, the knife in my back is long and sharp, I will remove it and use it to take your hide to make new armor ” the hero steps forward, “come at me, or are you still just a coward”
In the moment their eyes meet, the battle again begins, our hero, determined to continue protect and defend the lives and honor of the very ones that left him to die alone.
Always the King
Always the Hero
Always the Fool