♕ the king with no crown ♕ [kale]
Mar 13, 2013 3:18:21 GMT -5
Post by cass on Mar 13, 2013 3:18:21 GMT -5
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One day he would be king.
One day the world would bow down before him. He did not care that he lived in Panem, and that those in the district would never rise above the filth that they were. He knew that one day he world would rebel and he believed with all his heart that on that day he would become the leader he so much dreamed of being. Panem and the other districts would see him for what he was. They would bask in his glory and crown him. He would be a fair and just king, kind and pleasant. Everyone would love him, he knew they would. He was a leader; he had been born to lead. He had never been meant for anything, but leading.
He was tall, proud and strong. He was the bravest of the brave and the most strong willed of any. He had courage when others fell he was not a failure. He had been raised by a man very close to the mayor of the district.
In that way Uriah Whyte had been raised in a house where there was always power. It basically oozed from him. It was not the kind of power or strength that frightened someone, but it was close to that kind where people could simply feel it. He had it in his head that when people saw him they knew who he was. He was popular and cunning, sly and manipulative. But put aside those few bad things this boy was built to be a king. He knew more of empathy and compassion then he did brutality and cruelty. He knew and understood that the way to win a person heart was through actions more than words.
His dad was just as powerful, but where his dad lacked uniqueness and the ability to speak true and kindly he held that. His dad had raised him like a piece in some game. Slowly over the coming ears he had begun to understand what his dad had done to him. His father had moulded him and shaped him to be powerful. His father had raised him in every possible way giving him the best of everything so that one day he would lead the district. But it had always been so that his father could truly lead. His father knew that he would never become the mayor, so instead he reached for his dream through his son’s life. At first Uriah never through this, but as the years went on his father changed.
He became so much more short tempered and crude. He yelled and screamed and told, demanded and commanded that Uriah do this and that. He spat venomous words when he failed in an area that his father would have succeeded in. He was supposed to do and be exactly like his father. To win the hearts of everyone and become the man he had wanted to be. Slowly, very slowly Uriah had seen this. He had noticed the slight changes. He was a piece in a game of chess. He was the pawn on his father’s board to be used and sacrificed as he pleases. There was little he could say to defend himself against his father’s outrage.
Uriah believed he was the king, he believed it with all of his heart; he called himself the king, when truly in his father’s little game he was a pawn. Nothing more than a useless little piece. A stepping stone to pass.
The road was empty. He had fled from his home after a massive argument with his father. It hurt Uriah’s pride more than he could ever say to hear the names he had been called. He was supposed to be a king, and he had wished, in that moment that he could have had his father chucked in the jail for his cruel words. No one was allowed to talk to him like that and as his father trampled all over him as though he was nothing.
The sun had begun its slow descent down towards the horizon. The sky bled a thousand different colours, Uriah envied the sun, and in all its glory it had no one to stop it. It had no one telling it how stupid, dumb and pathetic it was. Everyone praised it, because without it we would all be dead. Angrily he kicked at a stone in his way. It flew high into the sky before clattering against a shops window and tumbling once more to the ground. He walked over to it and picked it up, spinning he threw it. It slammed against the wall opposite to where he stood. He picked it up again. This time when he threw it, it smashed into the shops window. A long crack appeared on its surface, a satisfied grin was tugged onto his lips.
The king felt good once more.
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal, this animal)
[/color][/center]No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal, this animal)
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