Warnings: Very, very light slash, fluff, and narrative POV.
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Gather'round! Gather'round!
I am here, to tell you a story.
That once upon a day, a time and this very place, when the waters were still clear and man still loved the earth, there was once a king.
A powerful man…a father, who had lost the only love of his life, struck so hard by the fear of death and losing another that he hoarded away the only piece left of her.
You see these walls? These stones, now crumbled...cracked and broken?
These ancient ruins once held captive a prince, whose hair was more radiant than the sun; the very same gold which the king remembered falling about his dead lover's face.
So, the king locked away the gold. The prince was held hostage in this very kingdom. He grew up ignorant and naïve of the world, which he was expected to one day command.
And then, there was another boy, like the young prince but whose hair was not of the sun, but the dark sky when the burning disc was hidden.
What happened when night and day met, you ask? Such a foolish question, have you not heard the tale many times already?
They ran away, night showing day all the wonders of the earth; what it means to run through the fields; lie under the stars; what happens when you can grow close to one another, and feel something flourish when one man is in the other's arms.
What about the king, you ask?
Hush now, I am getting to that part. Love takes time.
Unfortunately, ignorance cannot last forever. Eventually the sun must hide away again, severed from the moon and stars.
You see that bare spot among piles of rubble?
A long time ago, a pyre stood there, tied to the pole was a young man, with hair as black as coal, and eyes the brightest of blue.
And there, up there, where the wall still stands tall, was the balcony where the king stood to finally choose. He watched his son, his last darling treasure, risk his life for the only one whom he would ever love.
I can already see the question showing in your eyes.
What did the king choose...to protect his son, but sacrifice the prince's heart, or to set him free, unprotected, into the world of the unknown?
The legend of the king, and his son, and the dark-haired boy ends there, the details lost forever behind time and myth.
All that I can tell you, is that love prevails...every sort of love, from father to son, and son to lover.
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Author's Notes: Hey all. I'm sure you all want to kill me at the moment for taking all 50 if my stories down. Just know that it was something I had to do for a while(Didn't realise that you can't get them back). Once I complete them, I will upload them to my Archiveofourown. You can still read them on my LJ. Again, I apologize for disappointing you all. I will only reupload the slashers vs nonslashers one once the new chapter is done.
Thank you for your numerous emails and well wishes as well. : ) (please don't murder me!)
Thank you Baileboro for the beta!