The young boy, bestowed with such power, saw now the terrible fate which he had ensured himself. He sat up and placed his hand on Apricot's. They remained silent for many moments longer as Corobo reflected on what a wise man had once told him:

With such a crown, you, dear boy, shall gain the power of persuasion and authority and shall take charge of your own kingdom. Your empire shall grow ever stronger and will expand across many lands. But remember now; 'Absolute power corrupts absolutely'.

You may be the strongest in the land, but when the reality comes and you uncover your true fate, then, and only then, will you truly understand the dilemma of power.

"What is the point?"

"What do you mean?"

"What is the point of my existence? Why am I the king?"

"Corobo, I..."

The king threw his head back on to his pillow and reeled Apricot in. He put his left arm around her, closed his eyes and then just lay still, waiting for it all to go away. But, deep down in his heart, he knew it would never.

The next day, Corobo gathered a group of soldiers in the courtyard. He ordered them to go on patrol to the Resurrection Beach, and scout for revived soldiers. Very few men made it out alive; only three soldiers who would need to take a leave with the rest of the injured soldiers.

King Corobo swung his sword in circles as he paced the length of the beach up and down and then back again. Tears streamed out of his eyes as his pace began to quicken and his lengths began to shorten, until he finally broke down and fell to the ground. No matter how hard he hit the ground, the feelings and realities of the situation wouldn't go away.

Eventually, he stood up and began to viciously hit a nearby tree with his sword. In his outbreak of rage and anger, he continuously hacked away at the bark of the tree until his arm ached so much that he dropped his sword and collapsed with exhaustion.

Two hours of worry and desperate searching had gone by, before Apricot, to her relief, found Corobo again. She hurriedly called over some guards to help her carry the unconscious young king back to his room. She soaked a rag in warm water from a healing spring and gently placed it on his head.

To her horror, however, when she returned an hour later, Corobo was nowhere to be seen. The rag she had brought him was on the bed, surrounded by a rather small wet patch, suggesting he hadn't been gone too long. She ran out into the corridor and bolted down the red and gold carpet. She ignored the concerned guards as she burst out the castle and tried to track down young king Corobo, as she feared for the worst.

She searched far and wide but could not find a single trace of him anywhere within reason, and realised she would have to venture further outside of the central kingdom. She decided to head South-East to Resurrection Beach and then South from there. She knew he liked to retreat to coastal areas and that he would be desperately searching for any survivors of death.

Meanwhile, Corobo was depressed and overrun by sadness as he dragged his feat along the ground and up the steady hill to the seaside cliffs. He continued to advance towards the glittering sea, beyond the cliff. He threw down his sword and slowly proceeded to the brim of the cliff. He stood tall and spread his arms out, like a crucifix. He truly was on the edge.