So I wrote this entire story over texting! So you better read it!....and comment

The King’s Knife

Once upon a time there was a great and vast kingdom reaching from the great mountains of the far east to the sea of the distant west. No man dared make war with this kingdom. For some had tried, and their Kingdoms are all but forgotten. This kingdom ruled the world with a rod of iron, Conquering every nation that it entered. All that is....save one. Shechem, the northernmost kingdom of the world.  And so the king of the great kingdom gathered all armies of all nations which he had conquered unto himself that he might destroy this last standing kingdom. Now when the king of Shechem heard the news that the armies of all the nations were upon him, he fled to the mountains of the west. Shechem fell in one night, ad the king was never heard from again. Years passed, and the king of the world grew old. The day came when he was to appoint an heir to his kingdom.
Now the king had two sons. The elder was a foolish man, and the younger had wisdom even from his youth. Yet the king chose the elder, for such was the tradition in this time. The king took the elder son with both arms, and with his dying breath he told his son not to follow his own footsteps. “Bring peace to the world i have destroyed” said the king. And then he died. But the older song, whose name was Victor, did not heed the words of his father, and he became an even fiercer man. He brought all nations unto submission, built an idol, and proclaimed himself to be the god of the universe. Now around this time, the younger son, called patrick became engaged to a beautiful woman from the south. The woman’s name was jocelyn and she was said to be the most fair of all women. But Victor became jealous of his brother and took Jocelyn for himself that he might marry her. Patrick tried to intervene, but was banished to an island in the sea of the west. And so victor took jocelyn as his bride. However, Jocelyn never forgot patrick, and prayed every day as she walked through the gardens of the palace that he might return and rescue her. But time is not a friend to impatient heart, and slowly days turned to months, and months to years, until the memory of hope was all but lost. Now Victor became a very proud king, forgetting the ways of his youth. He cared not for battles or peoples. He cared only the his food and entertainment. But because of this, talk of revolt began to spread thought the world. men began to rise up and oppose Victor. Before Victor could clench his fist the kingdom began to slip from between his fingers. the world was at war. For some time nation fought nation with no clear connection to Victor’s kingdom. But suddenly, like the sunrise at dawn, a man came forth from the west uniting all nations to himself for one common purpose...returning peace to the world over the dead body of Victor. The King tried desperately to find this man that he might slay him, but no spy of Victor’s could find the man. He was like a ghost. Here one moment, gone the very next. Rumors began to spread about the man. Some said he was an ancient king from the dead. SOme said he was Victor’s own father returned. Some said he was a mere peasant, for he dressed in a simple hooded robe. Never was his face shown. Regardless of who he was, one thing the people knew. A hero had come at last. 

Part Two

After many battles, King Victor grew restless and called all loyal nations to gather together. “We cannot win a war in which we don’t know who we are fighting!” the king declared. “Now that we have gathered, we know who is loyal.” and so the king purposed to send out these soldiers to defeat the kingdoms of the world one by one as they had once done. But Victor’s armies were not as strong as he had thought, nor his enemies as weak. And battle by battle the rebellion gained numbers on the armies of Victor. After more than two years of war the world was covered in blood. And though the hooded mans army had won countless battles, the number in their army would not last much longer. 

But the rebellion pressed on until one day a messenger came bearing a message from King Victor. He had called for the hooded man to come to the palace, that a treaty might be signed. The hooded man left that same day to meet with the king. The King and the hooded man met in a dark room alone. “Surely there need be no more blood shed.” said the king. The other man said nothing. “A gift perhaps? I can make you rich. Famous. My best soldier. You will be a ruler of many nations if you will but bow to me this one time. Look at the great calamity we have cause one another! Think of what we could do together!” The hooded man said nothing. “Well what is your answer?!” cried the king. At that moment the man removed his hood, revealing his face. It was Patrick. “I would rather be slain, cut in a thousand pieces than join you. You took everything from me. And very soon, i will take everything from you.” The king was taken back. Dumbfounded. He tried to speak but could only stutter over the question, how? That is a question that will haunt you as my armies come crashing down on you. You will forever wonder how the younger brother escaped the island to which he was abandoned. And you will never know.” With that, Patrick returned to his army, hood once again covering his head. The war was nearly over. Two remnants remained. The countless numbers of evil, and a small band of rebels, fighting for peace. They chose a strong fort to the north and waited for the army of Victor to come. After the sun had gone down, the rebels could hear the marching of the approaching army, like a thunderstorm in the night. Men prepared themselves in what way seemed best to each. Some prayed. Some sang. Some wept, and others simply waited. And then, too soon, the army was at the gates. Patrick stood at the topmost point of the fort where he called out to his soldiers. He praised them for the battles they had won, and thanked them or the lives they had left behind to fight. “This is your last battle.” he said. “Our last battle. A battle was fought here not long ago. A people much like us, rebels. Standing in the way of a tyrant. But their king abandoned them in their greatest time of need. They were utterly destroyed. but tonight, tonight we will not be defeated. Tonight, your leader is with you. Tonight, we make sure that those who have died, did not do so in vain. Tyranny ends tonight!” And so began the last battle of this world. The rebels were greatly outnumbered, and many times it seemed as if they would indeed be defeated. But always, when all hope seemed lost, a new man would arise and bring back hope. By all reasonable means the rebels should have been defeated that day. But while the army of Victor had everything to fight for, they had nothing to die for. And its only when you have something worth dying for, that you have found a reason to live. THe rebels had something worth dying for, and thus everything to live for. Peace. Honor. Hope. Country. Family. and Love. Patrick fought for love. For Jocelyn. And so it was that the rebels won that battle and drove Victor’s army into his very castle. But that is when something happened which had not entered the darkest of nightmares for Patrick. As Patrick led his army to the castle, he stopped just before the front gate. There stood his brother, King Victor. Jocelyn stood by his side, a knife to her throat. “I’m at the end of my rope dear brother. “ said Victor. “You have defeated me. However, I have one last move to make.  You can save her life, but you’re going to have to five up your own to do it. Patrick did not hesitate, and began to walk to his brother. Victor’s eyes grew wide as he commanded Patrick to stop. “Would you really give your life for her?” he asked. “I would.” Patrick replied. Slowly, Victor moved the knife from Jocelyn’s throat. With his opposite hand he gently pushed her toward Patrick. Jocelyn ran into Patrick’s arms, but his eyes were still on his brother. Victor let out a small chuckle. He pointed to Patrick. “I give to you your new king.” Victor brought the knife to his own throat, and with the hint of a smile on his face he winked at his younger brother and whispered, “Long live the king.”

The end.