The King of Salt

One day in the land of Salt a problem arose of which was brought to the attention of the king. The King was a mighty warrior of much renown, as well for his heart full of justice and mercy. His crown was pure gold, having a bottom trim which labeled “The Beloved.” Its points were sharper then any sword in the land of Salt, piercing anything to come in contact with them. These twelve points each had a lengthy side which combined the points of the crown with the rest of the crown. It is said that the King’s crown weighed more then all the books of the world put together…if that were ever possible. His beard was like no other, trimmed perfectly forming a triangle on which towards the end was a band that held it together. This band had a glimmering blue that stood out to anyone’s eye in the center surrounded with a trimming of gold. All His hair was pure white like snow but no one ever knew why. From the day of his birth it was so, but the reasoning’s given were as good as a guess. Some say he is chosen for something, others say he is the one to chose, yet others claim it is because he is immortal. His hair is down to his shoulders not too curvy or too straight, just there, lying on his shoulders like a kings robe.

A servant storms in the kings quarters, bows to the ground and announces, “my King! I bring you news from the far side, from the land of Htrae. Your servants have failed tremendously in conquering the land of the dragons. For centuries my Lord you have requested your servants to be sent and to kill these dragons that possess the land of Htrae… but each has only done their part. It seems now impossible for your servants to take the land, for there is one claiming to be the king of Htrae, of which all your servants fail to kill. Dragons have been slain, but this King of Htrae is not like the others. He knows our weaknesses, our desires, even our past. None before him have ever offered peace like him. He promises share in his kingdom if we join him against you, and his tongue whispers from afar. My Lord send a servant that may overtake this beast!”

The King touches his servant’s shoulder for comfort as the servant begins to weep. With his head still bowed, the servant ask, “My Lord who besides you could ever complete such a task?” The King replies, “It is not impossible for them to do so, but only with me is it possible.” “A suggestion,” the servant says, “May you ponder on this before you make any decision to go, here you are well known, but in the land of Htrae, few are your followers. There you will not be treated like here, you will be treated like an outsider and will not be welcomed, you will be very different from the people of the land of Htrae and they will hate you for it. This land is dark and separated and the only way to inter this land of Htrae is to be born again. It is a very odd place, nothing like reality.”

The Kings orange colored eyes, which when on you seem to be like looking at lava, gave a beautiful twinkle as he turned to the left and then to the right. “Who then will go for us?” After hearing such details of the place, only silence broke out. “Very well it is declared,” said the King, “I will put an end to this matter with my own sweat of my brow.” He jumps to his feet from His thrown and begins to walk towards the gates of His kingdom.

Very joyful was the king always, many came from far away places just to hear some of his words of wisdom. Feasts were always going on in His name and the King never once forgot to send an invitation to anyone. All from the land of Salt were always invited. His rule was like the waters of the ocean, calming and beautiful, yet powerful and never to be under estimated. It was not until this day that he was to take the task of killing the king dragon of Htrae that he seemed to be concerned or uncertain of something.

Still walking to the gates, the Kings robe could be noticed from far away, for the colors on it were like nothing seen before, they all stood out, yet faded away behind the dark purple which hovered over them all. It is said that the fur used for his robe is the same fur used to make the first clothing of those living in the land of Htrae. These however are mere words of His men, nothing given for certain of. The kings boots were nothing out of original, all white with soft tips, covering up to half his leg. His pants were purple like his robe, but His shirt was always something that was given question too because it was always torn. It was because, in His words, He was always being called upon. The color of it was usually red but at times it would be white. To his surprise no one tried to stop Him and offer their own lives to the task, but it did not stop one of his footsteps. The sound of the whispers grew to yells and accusations, "Who will rule the land of Salt!" "Why should we care for this land!"