“You are now the King of Lopaland!” pronounced to all who attended the event.
The crown is placed on Elmgudren’s head, and soon there is major applause. Much happiness, but not from the major attraction itself. The one who is now King wasn’t looking to this moment, and it came way sooner than expected.
It was two days ago that Elmgudren was out with his buddies in the woods playing their favorite games when his father’s commander-in-charge of latrines rode out to them on his favorite donkey.
“Urgent news!” the commander called out before falling off the donkey. “Urgent!” he cried out as he tried to get up, but fell on his face once again.
“Did the toilets overfill again?” asked Elmgudren as his friends snickered.
“No, no,” the commander replied as he finally got back onto his feet, pulling up his tights. “This is dire news.”
“Must not be that bad for you to come out to tell us,” Elmgudren’s buddy Nester said with a snort.
“Your father is dead!” the commander cried out as the tears flowed.
Elmgudren’s favorite wooden sword slipped out of his hand.
“What?” all of his buddies said at the same time.
“How?” Elmgudren squeaked out, feeling like this world was falling apart.
“He got into a wrestling match with Borest. Borest accidentally broke his neck,” the commander explained.
Borest was one of the few orcs that hung around the castle, making good friends with the King. Now, the one who killed the King.
“Did they execute Borest?” asked Elmgudren.
“No, no,” replied an astonished commander. “It was an accident.”
Elmgudren just stood there dumbfounded. His father is dead and now he is to be King. Part of what he is foretold from birth is to become true. He is about to become King. He figured that would never happen in his life. His father was so fit, Elmgudren figured his father would live close to two hundred. Impossible in a sensible mind, but for Elmgudren it was possible.
Now, he stood with a crown on his head, looking up at the crowd who were clapping for him.
“Stop it!” he wanted to cry out for he knew the people loved his father. Everyone adored his father, Eugene.
Elmgudren waved his arms a few times, then departed to go to his room to ponder. To scream. To cry. To go to his favorite spot, under his bed. He wanted to dream of running over the rainbow and land on a bright blue dragon to fly to the heavens.
When he opened the doors to his room, he saw his mother, Leslie, sitting on his bed.
“How did you get here so quick?” he asked in astonishment. “You were beside me as they crowned me King.”
“As you stood there looking out at the crowd in a stupor, I quickly came to your room,” she replied. “I knew you would come here immediately.”
“Because you know I don’t want to be King,” pouted Elmgudren.
“I never understood why you didn’t want to be King,” she told him. “they foretold it you will be the most like King ever.”
“I can’t believe that. It’s not possible to be the most like. I don’t like myself.”
“Once you get over that silly notion you will understand.”
“I don’t want to. Can I go under the bed?”
“No!” she screamed, making him jump. “It’s time to be a man. You are in your thirties.”
“I don’t want to.”
Leslie stood up and went to stand in front of Elmgudren. He flinched back, not sure what she would do.
“Today you become a man,” she stated. “Time to put on your adult tights, put away your toys, and time to be a King.”
Elmgudren’s bottom lip protruded, and he stomped his right foot twice.
“I recommend you act a different way,” his mother said, and she walked out of the room.
Elmgudren sat down on his bed and immediately pondered on what he could do to no longer be King. He could flee far, far away, but had a feeling he wouldn’t last long. He could chuck the crown, but that wouldn’t do any good. They would just make another crown. He could renounce his throne, but then they would execute him for being a joke.
“What to do? What to do?”
Day by day went by with Elmgudren staying inside, mostly. Then one day he walked among the castle grounds with his bodyguard and came across the local news on a scroll, nailed to a piece of wood in the middle of the square. It didn’t take long upon reading it for his temper to come forth. For these so-called journalists to come out and mostly call him an embarrassment of a King did not sit well with him.
“This will end now,” he muttered.
He soon had the corrupt journalists jailed and put a group of kobolds in charge of the news. They keep it simple. Elmgudren wasn’t sure how the people would react. Quite the surprise that they applauded his change for no one really cared for fake news.
“Part of me hoped they would hate me,” he thought.
His popularity just went up a notch.
It didn’t take him long to ban bow and arrows, saying they killed things too easily. The people cheered him once again, for most everyone preferred swords and axes. A sure death in most instances.
“You are doing wonderfully,” his mother told him.
“I don’t feel like it.”
“You don’t hear them cheering?”
“I figured they would boo me.”
“You were told you will be the most loved King. You are succeeding.”
As time went by, Elmgudren realized it didn’t take much to please these people. To where he wondered how anyone could despise any King.
He put shrubs and trees in areas of the castle, and told the people it was now off limits. People adored him for caring about the environment.
Anyone who had contagious diseases were told to wear very long shoes, so they stayed some distance from others. Everyone thought it was an awesome idea.
For organic and less meat promoted, which brought much praise.
Praise, praise, praise!
Elmgudren soon became the most loved, even though recently he wanted the opposite.
“They love me,” he said to himself. “It was foretold, and has become reality.”
Elmgudren thought it was so crazy that he paid a visit to a dragon. He didn’t return home.