Blog Post #17: Aftermath

Continuation of Blog Post #16


Queen Ayla had her work cut out for her. Her kingdom had been nonexistent for at least sixteen years and people were still recovering from the effects from the Burglar King. Some people, like herself, had little or no lingering effect from the whole ordeal. But others were bedridden with horrible headaches or loss of control of their bodies. The King, being one of those with a crippling headache, told her to take care of the kingdom until he was well. But she wasn't worried so much about the kingdom. Sure people needed food, and houses needed repair after years of no use, and every thing, really every thing was in great need of a good cleaning. No, the thing that worried her most was her son. The day that they had been freed he had stayed and helped everyone get back on their feet and then he had took the body of the girl and disappeared. Before he had left he had told the story of how she and the King had sent an envelope with connection sand to a place rumored to be Cecily the Great's home before they had been taken. He told of how that sand had been found by Alaina, the dead girl, and she had come to their aid when she was ready, without even knowing what she would face. He said she was brave, and a true hero, and the only reason we were all still alive today. Queen Ayla was sure his story was true, but she could tell he had left many details missing. She remembered how he had sobbed over her still form when she had first encountered him, the broken look on his face. When he disappeared, Ayla had a manservant sent after him. But he returned not knowing why he had left. She then knew that he wanted to be alone, she only could hope that he was safe and would soon come home.

Khitam sat underneath a great oak tree next to a freshly dug grave. So many thing had happened in the last couple of weeks that the whole while he had been Khitam, prince of the realm of the Forest. As he sat by the fresh dirt though, he was Boy, best friend and lover of Alaina. She was dead. She left him. It tore him apart every day to know that he did this. Why couldn't he have taken care of the Burglar King himself? Why did he ever have to get her involved? This was all his fault and now she was gone, forever. The most amazing intelligent girl he had ever known. The worst part was, was that he would have to go on with his life, and soon. He was a prince and he had duties. Never he thought I'll never go back, I've caused too much damage to my own heart. I will sit here next to her until I die. He leaned his head back against the tree and fell asleep.