♚Even Fools Can Be King ♚
Mar 14, 2017 13:25:30 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Mar 14, 2017 13:25:30 GMT -5
Riordan Einfallen
Lately I've been alive
Cause I found my reason in nothing
Cause I found my reason in nothing
Born a fool to the world, Riordan Einfallen knew his place amongst everyone.
They were all only fools with ideals and dreams that never could truly exist. Words lost by the vision of red and purple fields of flowers. The dead trying to embrace him in a warmth, but he was only a fool with a big dream that was impossible to achieve. Jequirity once showed him that her heart wasn't in the same place as his, but he never listened to her. Heart always beat mind in the end. Heart always overcame the mind creating the foolish who had it all, but nothing that they truly wanted. Perception of who you were was all based on how you saw the world. Riordan was a pessimist and a fool at heart. Fools were made to be humored and crushed like the dead who haunt his mind with stone graves and wooden coffins.
Atlas Lumiere's name runs through his mind as he can see the crown that forms upon Atlas' head in his own mind. Lumiere wasn't a fool, but a king with too much power over the arena. A tyrant who killed anyone who got into his way. A fool at heart, but a king in acts. Strong and brave with everything Riordan has seen. That's why he hated him from the start. Atlas was everything that Riordan had wanted to be long ago, before the games were even a thing that popped into his head. Atlas Lumiere was a man who was worth praising. Riordan Einfallen was a man worth throwing in the dirt like a leftover piece of meat that had gone bad. Riordan was a fool, but dreamed of being a king one day.
The tree that he had climbed to retrieve the box full of crayons that glittered and shine was a reminder of the kings and queens that had come before him. Jequirity. Lucy. Amerika. Theseus. Naveen. They were all kings and queens that had fallen for a new power that rose. Hand reaching inside, he grabs the black one with gold glitter running through it. Eyes stare wide at it as he whispers under his breath words that were to be his wishes.
"I want to be a king one day. Not a fool."
Hands move the crayon to his head again, but this time in a different fashion. Calm and collected, he begins drawing the lines that he's seen before. A crown perfectly fit for a king. A fool no more to the name of Riordan Einfallen. Points that follow up his head, decorative and nice from what he remembers of wearing props. Mad kings who killed all. Good kings who fed the lands. Kings who were selflessness and saved people that they didn't have to save. Riordan was going to be a king, no more running from the terrors that lie deep inside of him.
Even fools could become kings.
He draws decorations that would be gems, if he could make them gems. Filling in the circles with the color of black with gold. Tears pull at his eyes as he remembers every death that has come before. Zanita. Brooke. Callixtus. Elvania. They all had died because he was only a fool. A king was going to be born in the flesh that day. Decoration lines move between the gems adding more of a personalized look to it. Riordan adds in a small violin on the side of his head as he stares into a puddle that reflects back at him. Tears fall as he finished his work. Proud of what he's done. Even fools could become kings.
Every king needed a weapon that could be his own. A weapon that people would scream as his. Tears wiped away as he stares at the ground with the white, confetti glittered crayon. Hands move to drawing the weapon he had seen times before. The claymore that Jequirity had as her own was forming. Lines drawn upon the smooth ground. Eyes stare as the weapon seems to become picture perfect from what's in his mind. A blade sharp double edge, with a guard to protect his hand and able to swing it. A circle at the bottom of the guard, adding a design to it. Riordan initials it with the letters JE and RE on the circle. Tears form on his cheeks as he remembers that she's gone and he needs to move on.
The queen had already fallen and only her fool was left to continue the fight. A fool who would become king in the world that they lived. Elettra wasn't a monster. Riordan wasn't a king. Born to be a fool from the start, Riordan Einfallen was going to be a king one day, even if he had to fight for it. Dreams of flowers fade into his mind as he can see them all waving him off. This was his own path to take, not the dead's path. Riordan had created this history for himself. He couldn't just give up on everything that he had once knew for a past that was already gone. Fear in his veins fuels his bravery.
Even fools could become kings.
Riordan was no fool now.
Only a king to be, with a crown and a weapon built for him.
Alone in a world created by the demons of the past.
They were all only fools with ideals and dreams that never could truly exist. Words lost by the vision of red and purple fields of flowers. The dead trying to embrace him in a warmth, but he was only a fool with a big dream that was impossible to achieve. Jequirity once showed him that her heart wasn't in the same place as his, but he never listened to her. Heart always beat mind in the end. Heart always overcame the mind creating the foolish who had it all, but nothing that they truly wanted. Perception of who you were was all based on how you saw the world. Riordan was a pessimist and a fool at heart. Fools were made to be humored and crushed like the dead who haunt his mind with stone graves and wooden coffins.
Atlas Lumiere's name runs through his mind as he can see the crown that forms upon Atlas' head in his own mind. Lumiere wasn't a fool, but a king with too much power over the arena. A tyrant who killed anyone who got into his way. A fool at heart, but a king in acts. Strong and brave with everything Riordan has seen. That's why he hated him from the start. Atlas was everything that Riordan had wanted to be long ago, before the games were even a thing that popped into his head. Atlas Lumiere was a man who was worth praising. Riordan Einfallen was a man worth throwing in the dirt like a leftover piece of meat that had gone bad. Riordan was a fool, but dreamed of being a king one day.
The tree that he had climbed to retrieve the box full of crayons that glittered and shine was a reminder of the kings and queens that had come before him. Jequirity. Lucy. Amerika. Theseus. Naveen. They were all kings and queens that had fallen for a new power that rose. Hand reaching inside, he grabs the black one with gold glitter running through it. Eyes stare wide at it as he whispers under his breath words that were to be his wishes.
"I want to be a king one day. Not a fool."
Hands move the crayon to his head again, but this time in a different fashion. Calm and collected, he begins drawing the lines that he's seen before. A crown perfectly fit for a king. A fool no more to the name of Riordan Einfallen. Points that follow up his head, decorative and nice from what he remembers of wearing props. Mad kings who killed all. Good kings who fed the lands. Kings who were selflessness and saved people that they didn't have to save. Riordan was going to be a king, no more running from the terrors that lie deep inside of him.
Even fools could become kings.
He draws decorations that would be gems, if he could make them gems. Filling in the circles with the color of black with gold. Tears pull at his eyes as he remembers every death that has come before. Zanita. Brooke. Callixtus. Elvania. They all had died because he was only a fool. A king was going to be born in the flesh that day. Decoration lines move between the gems adding more of a personalized look to it. Riordan adds in a small violin on the side of his head as he stares into a puddle that reflects back at him. Tears fall as he finished his work. Proud of what he's done. Even fools could become kings.
Every king needed a weapon that could be his own. A weapon that people would scream as his. Tears wiped away as he stares at the ground with the white, confetti glittered crayon. Hands move to drawing the weapon he had seen times before. The claymore that Jequirity had as her own was forming. Lines drawn upon the smooth ground. Eyes stare as the weapon seems to become picture perfect from what's in his mind. A blade sharp double edge, with a guard to protect his hand and able to swing it. A circle at the bottom of the guard, adding a design to it. Riordan initials it with the letters JE and RE on the circle. Tears form on his cheeks as he remembers that she's gone and he needs to move on.
The queen had already fallen and only her fool was left to continue the fight. A fool who would become king in the world that they lived. Elettra wasn't a monster. Riordan wasn't a king. Born to be a fool from the start, Riordan Einfallen was going to be a king one day, even if he had to fight for it. Dreams of flowers fade into his mind as he can see them all waving him off. This was his own path to take, not the dead's path. Riordan had created this history for himself. He couldn't just give up on everything that he had once knew for a past that was already gone. Fear in his veins fuels his bravery.
Even fools could become kings.
Riordan was no fool now.
Only a king to be, with a crown and a weapon built for him.
Alone in a world created by the demons of the past.
