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The Clever Prince
What more can be said The Clever Prince that has not been repeated endlessly before?
His true name has since been lost in History it seems, for the winner writes it and the Prince was always such. Indeed, various countries claim the Prince as their own and it’s hard to separate legend from the true fact or indeed if it was the one person and not a hodge podge of various adept sovereigns.
A medieval warlord of sorts, the Prince was credited with some curious states of affairs. He had a constant party going on, preferring to keep the night hours and slumber during the day. Appointing very capable advisors to run things during that time he only took part when required or when interested.
A socialite, decision maker, romancer and warrior. It was clear he was born to rule… though no one could quite remember when exactly.
After the old King died the line of succession was looking very shaky as there was no named successor, until the Prince showed up upon his pale horse. His brothers, who previously had not mentioned this sibling, then welcomed their long lost with open arms and agreed he was the one who was intended for the throne.
He was immediately plunged into a 3 front war of course. With the line of succession looking shaky the neighbouring kingdoms plans to consolidate their land and take over the kingdom. His advisors lamented the impossibility given the troops and resources available.
The Prince ordered a feast to be given and appeared to be supremely unconcerned about the idea of a massing army on 3 of 4 sides.
There was much dancing, wenching and consuming that night. After some time and in the smaller hours of the morning. The Clever Prince excused himself citing a busy day and implored everyone to carry on with the feast.
Two of the three opposing kingdoms sent notice of surrender in the following 3 days after this. They had each awoken the day after the banquet to find the heads of their elder sons impaled on a spear that had been driven into the stone floor with considerable force.
Attached to it was a note that read
“My Dearest King,
In light of your recent transgression against my Kingdom
I have been motivated to give you this friendly warning.
You will not wish to see the consequences of a failure to consider
this carefully. I trust this need go no further as I have
an abundance of spears and you have a shortage of relatives.
In my own hand,
The Clever Prince”
When queried why no action was taken against the remaining aggressor. The Prince is noted as saying “It will give the men a chance to stretch their legs a bit” with characteristic dead-pannery.
Preparations were made to begin the war and a month later both of the sides arrived at battle. The battle was to take place at night. The Prince wearing jet black leather armour and his troops charcoaled steel.
As the battle horns were about to sound, suddenly the ground began exploding under the enemy.
Troop concealed there for the past 2 weeks revealed themselves in an orgy of slaughter, completely decimating the enemies ranged attack and too deep in the middle for the footmen to reach them. After doing the damage they dove back into the tunnel, collapsing it behind them. Infantry and Cavalry alike became injured under the ground and horses screamed as their legs broke.
A barrage of arrows followed, severely injuring and killing many. The effect on their morale was terrible and the Prince led his cavalry into the heart of them. Him wielding twin swords , one small and light, the other heavy and terrible. They cut a bloody swathe through them, the Prince heading directly for the King sat in his golden armour.
When the Prince got within 10 feet of the King he effortlessly stood up on his horse and leaped from it onto the King , taking him off the horse and bit his throat out with what witnesses say was the strength and ferocity of a wolf.
The battle was over almost as soon as it had begun and the Prince sat on his ivory steed before his men and crossed his swords above his head as they chanted for him.
There was much rejoicing…
Until the rumours started.
The Prince was a devil, he had a secret sect of assassins that he used to carry out strikes, the Prince can’t be hurt by normal weapons, he avoids daylight, he hears everything even those things said in the dark of night.. ESPECIALLY in the dark of night. He could change shape and you never know when the Prince was watching.
Eventually a mob gathered and stormed the castle, the guards had long become terrified of their savior and did not stand in their way. They stormed up the main gate and to the castle. The Prince watched from atop the highest keep of the castle and smiled quietly to himself.
Though they searched every passageway , every tower and every square inch of the castle, they never found any other trace of him except a handwritten note pinned to the throne that the local priest read.
Dear Ungrateful Wretches,
In my extended absence
I hereby grant the throne to my eldest brother.
Your enthusiasm for my destruction has been
noted however, and you can expect that to
be returned in the fullness of time. If not on you
then on your children or your children’s children.
My wrath does not wane with the years.
Sleep Well
In my own hand,
The Clever Prince
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"The monster in the mirror"
by AWARD WINNING POET Ryuu-Chan
There comes a time when you’re asleep
That makes the girlies want to weep
He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t lie
He kissed the girls to make them cry.
If by “cry” it means, to scream
He takes you when you start to dream
With snips and cuts to make you bleed
Asleep, awake, you’re never freed.
He’ll never stop until you’re dead
Broken, taken, in your bed.
Wicked grin, its time to play
He’ll make you whimper Make you prey.
Incubus with a pretty face
Will take you to this hellish place.
So when you sleep, don’t close your eyes
In case this monster should arise
Check the cupboard, check the bed
You’d better cross your heart instead
For when the monster comes to call
You’ll hope to never wake at all
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