Title: Destruction

Author: Alianora

Email: alia@silverspiral.net

Disclaimer: *checks tag in back of Michael's jeans* M-A-R-I-A. Nope, still not mine.

Spoilers: Destiny

Summery: Stupid writing experiment based on the Momogram. Companion to "Creation." This is what happens when your brain gets one idea and takes off in 2 different directions completely. In other words, Creation is one side of the coin. Here is the other.

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So you are leaving now. We'll send you off in your little crib, to inflict some other world with your incompetence.

Good riddance to you. May your second life be shorter than your first.

I am thankful that your father did not live to see this day. He was a true king, and knew the people could not handle a large amount of freedom.

Freedom gives the peasants time to think. After thinking comes unrest and dissatisfaction throughout the land. And then comes revolution.

And then the ruler must die.

There's a lesson for you, foolish boy. The king's power is absolute until he gives it away to the masses. Your father knew that, and used his power to control the people, not coddle them.

Your sister knew how to use power as well. A pity she was killed along with you. A stupid accident, a misstep on her part, and she was taken down as well. It is her own fault. I told her that commoners are not to be trusted.

But trust she did, and paid for it. A shame. She would have been a ruler worthy of the crown.

I wonder when you discovered our treachery? Was it before, or after you were shot by your own commander?

It was a beautiful plot, complete with a king betrayed by his commander, and his wife taking her own life in shame for her dalliance.

Leaving your poor sister to weep over the bodies of her brother and her love, with no choice but to take the throne herself.

But then, our savior would appear, a dashing young commoner riding into the scene, sweeping our beautiful Queen off her feet. The people would cheer, content that someone of common blood would be a good king.

It was an almost flawless plan.

So what happened? Why, instead of crowning our new Queen today, are we huddled around a ship with your new body inside?

Because we were betrayed as well. Your replacement is a wonderful liar. I am sure your sister was furious when she discovered his new plan. I can only assume he decided that being a figurehead was not good enough for a greedy, dirt covered peasant.

Some of the details are still unclear. I would have loved to have heard the conversation that occurred between the usurper and your sister. I do know that she carried out her part of the plan before she was deceived. The bodies of your wife and commander were pulled from the rubble of the palace in a rather compromising position.

I gloated at the point, certain that at any moment, my daughter would stumble believingly from hiding, sobbing over her dear brother's death at his commander's hand.

Instead, we uncovered your body, and then hers beside it. And your replacement began issuing orders and death sentences, so I had to escape.

So now we are down to this. A last, ridiculous attempt to regain power from the usurper and his peasant friends. And in order to do that, we must present the people with a miracle. Royalty reborn, and returned from beyond our stars to reclaim their rightful positions.

I can only hope that the one we sent with you can teach you what being a king is all about. Or better yet, ask your sister, I am sure she will be able to tell you.

If you do not understand in this lifetime, it will not be a problem. After all, we only need one member of royalty to return from the dead.

END