Being behind iron bars was the least of my peeves. Sometimes, by the end of the day, I even longed for the solitude of my cubicle.
You see, after HE took control, everything turned mellow, like HE has always been. That previous fierceness that used to hang in the air, was gone, replaced by happy, quaint feelings. I guess that is the reason why his advisors decided to hand out community works. Everyday, the prisoners and I were assigned a new form of punishment: it could range from helping out in the palace kitchen, or clean the piles of ostrich-horse manure on the stables.
Ironically enough, I would always end up with the same job: sweep the streets.
'Aye, cleaning lady, we got you a new broom!' a guard would point out, and all his mates would sneer along.
I should not be cleaning anything. They should be cleaning the ground I walk on. Better, HE should be. It is plain ridiculous for someone who has achieved physical and mental perfection to do jobs such like this. Still, I never tried to run away. To whom would I ask for shelter? Half the town wanted my head on a silver plate, and the only person who could help me out was locked up Agni knows where.
So that is how I ended up where I am now. Sweeping what was left from the party that took place in the boulevard, a few hours ago. These people are like animals, under the influence of wine. It is ridiculous, disgusting to watch them. Still, HE thought it would be a good idea to take me to the a party where they celebrated the end of the war. Pff, what does HE know? I was guarded by two pigs the whole time, who apparently only cared about a random peasant dressed in green. Sheesh, HE can't even assign decent people to escort me.
Among the crushed party hats and used up firecrackers, I spot a flyer. Something that used be be up in poles, boarding the streets. It read:
TOMORROW, DON'T MISS THE ROYAL CORONATION OF THE PHOENIX KING.
I let a smile creep up my lips. I remembered it all really clearly.
The gold.
The fire.
The fear.
But that was when I ruled the world.
A/N: Ok. So this is something I wrote long ago, and never had the guts to post it. Hope you like it, because I'm not too fond of it :/
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