I just thought of this one while listening to some unusual music. I'm restlessly bored with school. D:
QotD:
"Oh my God! Does that mean Lucas has some kind of hold over Claus?! That means Lucas could grow up to be an evil dictator and rule th-HEY WAIT A SECOND! SOMEONE ALREADY DID THAT!!"
-MaskedChild

We buried him, finally, after three years of searching. After the reformation of the Earth was complete, I still had nightmares and I couldn't sleep. How many people had given up their very essence of being to their twisted king?

This could happen again. Oh, God. Don't let it happen again. But...now as I lie awake once more with bloodshot eyes and pale skin wrapped around a suffering skeletal frame...now I can see that history is full of tyranny on this scale, and higher. Many, many more people have died. Countless others scarred. And I overthrew a...a selfish leader with my brave dog, Boney...the hotheaded princess, Kumatora...the righteous thief, Duster...and my persistent father, Flint.

My brother Claus fought alongside me once...and attacked me three times. More than that in the past. Oh, my idiot brother who lies in his grave, unable to decay! My foolish, foolish bullheaded brother! I should have stopped you. I should have, but I could never have fathomed the destruction you would wreak on everyone's lives. My own twin!

But I remember that faint glimmer of who you were underneath all the machinery and wires, and underneath the brainwashing. You stood and stared, as did I. We were locked in our own mental battles before clashing with each other. How pointless war is! And how petty! How does people killing each other solve problems?! My brother, you were never aware of this...but then, you were much too young. As was I.

Oh, how the quiet child awaits his day to be freed. My mother awaits. But, I will go when my body is ready. I will not force myself upon the yawning grave, I have too much to live for and not enough time to do it all. So little time we have on this Earth...my brother and my mother, you understand this very well. What a small space we occupy compaired to the Earth's-and the universe's-existence! We are merely a breath in time, a hair in that long line with important history dates scrawled down hastily in classrooms across the world. Who decides who is important?

Who is important? Am I important on a global scale? I don't know. I honestly don't care. I was doing what came to me as right, and so was the King. It so happened that our versions of 'right' clashed with each other. Does everyone see on a black-and-white scale only? Can you be wrong, and the other person be wrong as well? If I was writing this down, I could ask Kumatora and Duster and Dad if my thoughts are right...see what they think.

But all opinions are completely different, as people have a different grasp on reality. And so do I. This is my reality, my realization. I am not a kid anymore. I'm thinking more like a cynical adult who is crippled and lying in the street corner with no food, no water, and no family members. I may become this, if these thoughts do not cease.

Mother, are you hearing me? Brother, don't be angry. I know you're angry. You're always in some sort of extreme, while I am usually...mellowed down. Or maybe right now you're busy eating heavenly omelettes. I hope you share when I get up there! I bet Dad will be there before me. And so will Boney. I'll be all alone, as I usually am...maybe that fantasy of the crippled adult is possible...

Well, maybe not...

I understand that King P still does not see the error of his ways...perhaps an eternity trapped in a hell of his own making will finally awaken his common sense, but he is already several millenia years old and still does not understand. I don't know if he believes in God, or a Hell off this earth. But I DO know there is a hell on this planet.

And it is underneath Nowhere Island.