Heiress to The Throne

November 3rd, 2009

Here, you must take the crown now, my dear.

I cannot.  Your shadow is too great for me to follow.

You are the only one left, my dear.

Don’t leave me!  I can’t do this alone!

You can.  And you will.  You will do it nicely.  I am old, I must pass on an heir.

No heir can be as magnificent as you.

Perhaps…

No heir can carry your reputation.  No heir can give the people what they need.  Only you…

No.  Be strong, my dear.  Be strong and carry yourself wisely.  Be filled with grace and charm.  I have selected you from all of my followers.  You must.

I can’t!

You can.  And you will.  Take the crown.  Blessed Be.

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*wandering without direction*

The crown is mine.  I must give you what you desire.  If only I knew what you desired. I am lost.

It’s not about what they desire.  You do what you do, remaining strong to your character.  It is YOU that they wish for now.  Your words, your trumpets, your stick.  Walk softly fair child.

You, the downtrodden.  You, the thrown down.  Hear my words.  Listen to what I say: You shall not be weak.  You shall carry your head high.  You shall follow your heart and you will behave with emotional maturity and integrity.  You will not allow those who curse you to harm your spirit.  You will fight a courageous fight and you will harm none.  My will be done.