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Five men went to the King’s Mountain the day the boy King died. The temperature plummeted. The ground became hard. The color in the trees bled out into the air. Everything began to die.
Five men went to the King’s Mountain the day the boy King died.
The not dead stranger who now proclaimed himself King.
The Queen’s father had demanded to go, and so had the Queen’s mate.
One of the boy King’s advisors was shamed into going.
And the out of favor Planner, who had been frantically apologized to and fawned over until his ego was satisfied. He had agreed to go on the promise of a significant land award and restoration of his reputation.
Five men went to the mountain and only two survived.
The old Planner and the new King.
What happened was never questioned. The story never forgotten. It was recorded in the historical book, as written by the Planner. The official record states that the new King presented all the documentation which had been prepared by the previous trusted advisor. This documentation purported to show the abdication of the boy King to the stranger and the approval of the abdication by the most trusted advisor. The reason given was that the boy King wanted to rule no more; he just wanted to be a child. As both the boy and the advisor died before the documentation was authenticated, it fell to the Planner to prove the claim. The book stated the documentation survived his rigorous scrutiny. The Planner accepted the claim.
The Queen’s father and her mate both vehemently protested. The boy King’s advisor reluctantly joined the protest.
The historical book contains the following explanation of what happened next:
While the protest was being delivered, the stranger grabbed a handful of grass and tossed it into the air. The grass landed on the three men standing in opposition. The men stopped their protest to laugh and mock the man for his silly behavior.
The stranger simply said, “Dead are the men who disagree.”
At this point, the grass became fangs of a great searing hot terror. The Planner wrote he saw nothing but teeth held in massive jaws and blood bursting from bodies. He also wrote the heat from the jaws was so great that he could not stand. The deaths were so quick that there were no screams. The bodies were eaten fully. Flesh and bones, and weapons and clothes.
The Planner wrote that he was terrified.
The new King turned and asked him, “Do you disagree with me?”
The Planner bowed his knee and said “ Never, my King.”