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I don’t know where to start. I think that an explanation is deserved though, for those unaware of the landscape or the downfall, which later caused the inevitable meteorite.
The first kingdom that rose from ash was labelled first as, quite simply, Sun and Moon Kingdom. It was the only kingdom and was ruled by a king who claimed his wife was the moon, and the queen would claim the same thing, just inverted. ‘He was my sun!’ she would scream from balconies. Life was perfect for years. With no competitors, there were no wars and arguments other than minor casualties that nearly caused civil wars between minor colonies living within the kingdom. This was until the birth of a child, mostly a child being born is a gift, a miracle. But this was the birth of my mother. The relationship between the king and queen quickly soured. And divorce was quickly set in motion.
This caused the Sun and Moon kingdoms to become two. The queen set off and built the Moon kingdom in a way colder climate than the sun kingdom, more hidden in the woods and generally darker because of this. Half of the older kingdom civilians came with the queen, this did not include the child. She was the one to claim the child was ugly, a disgrace and much more words I wish not to describe. The queen set out on a mission to ruin the offspring’s life and future bloodline. Which is also, sadly, me. She claimed that the firstborn child of the child would be the same as her, but worse. This was thought to be an empty threat of anger. With the queen’s clear anger and hatred of the other kingdom, came hatred of her. While the Sun kingdom rose with happy children, wives, husbands and spouses, the Moon kingdom did not. Everyone hated the moon kingdom for its unusual rules, and bad luck.
On the other hand, the Sun kingdom, with the king who took the child, was growing nicely and never had inside anger. He rose the child spoiled and with everything she wanted. For the years she grew older, she was allowed to choose a future king. Notice I said only king and not a queen or something. This is important for my story later. The soon-to-be queen was raised spoiled and came out stuck up and was generally kind to the king, but to others, was another story. Someone within the Sun kingdom knew what her reign could be like if she stayed the way she was and left.
They took their family and their family’s friends, lovers, neighbours, and even medical practitioners assigned to each one. Each one knew the other, it was like a huge family. This caused the rise of the once-known Cloud Kingdom. By the time I’ve written this, it’s now renamed ‘lovingly’ to the Air Kingdom. I’m not sure why exactly. It only made it the civilians easier to nickname it the ‘Fart Kingdom’. The Cloud kingdom isn’t the ideal kingdom, it’s true to its name, though. Always cloudy. Same with the civilians too, they are moody and depressed. The kings aren’t good at being kings and lead them all into their present state of despair. Some didn’t even believe that two kings with no present queen or feminine leader of the kingdom made the kingdom bad. So a woman set off with the people’s ideas in mind and ran south.
She single-handedly built a castle from dirt, broken trees and leaves. I wish I was joking, the whole castle was quite horrid to look at, with it being a one-woman job, it was quite amazing to be done in a solid two years. She quickly gained a following and many people from the three other kingdoms came with their materials and items full of help to will to make the castle a monument for a future kingdom. It never got an official name, but was called ‘Kingdom Of The People’, KOTP for short. To keep in line with the others the kingdom had reluctantly named itself ‘Fire kingdom’, many stuck to the non-official name acronym, however. The people of this kingdom loved it, they loved the homemade feel of the houses. Every mistake and small detail is made precious. The queen never planned on an heir or other ruler, so it was just her and whoever she appoints as next in line. Outside kingdoms hate this place, saying it takes up too much space and area for its bad house planning. Many young ones, though, would love to spend their days there.
As I’ve mentioned only one princess, being my mother, I’d like to describe her as pretty basic. Her only difference from her mother being her hair is black. With age, she grew identical to her mother in appearance, and personality though, was nowhere near identical. Her mother was kind, and innocent if you ignored her trying to curse her own bloodline. I would have taken her over my mother, though. My mother was an egotistical narcissistic bitch. She would never have taken no for an answer, this stood strong when she choose her husband. I was told he had no choice, my mother always saying ‘no man would never say no for a chance to be king’, I know from my own father, the man that image was forced onto, this isn’t true. I’d sometimes walk in on my father crying in isolated rooms, sometimes he scream at me if saw me. Or well felt me, I assume.
When I was born, my mother was ecstatic and my father is still stricken by depression from zero choices in the matter, I was titled a prince, the prince of the Sun kingdom. After my birth, I was hidden from the public eye. No one saw me, period. Why? I’ve mentioned that my grandmother had cursed her bloodline, this made me cursed at birth. I was born with a very high temperature, my skin tone was pitch black, and my hair was pretty much a liquid. When it ‘grew’ that was. To sum it up, I was molten lava humanised. No, a human volcano if you think deeper. My skin’s texture was like a rock, I have a grotesque stomach opening. Like, like a mouth, sharp ‘teeth’ adorning my lower stomach. Scars from the opening are still harsh on me today, people wonder why I wear crop tops today. It’s a mouth, for goodness’s sake, it needs air for some unholy reason. Don’t even get me started on the literal wings emerging from my head, I’m too afraid to ask if they were there when I was being pushed out. I feel bad even though she is quite an awful person, no soul should ever have to push out a spikey winged tailed baby. Did I even mention the spikes? The spikes on my body are quite a sight, emerging from each part of my body, if you can name the body part, it’s most likely there. The tail. Dear goodness, the tail. My mother thought it pathetic when I was born, she didn’t think that when it started to leak lava.
With my mother bringing a ‘monster’ into the world, she was afraid of the public eye seeing her child. This was until I hit the age of four. At four, my body started to change. I’ve mentioned lava in my last paragraph, this is the age it started to emerge. It was traumatic and painful for both ends. My mother had to invest in fireproof, or well lava proof, hazmat suits just to touch me. She never liked me before and never had a reason to touch me, that and my body temperature was probably hotter than the sun, I’m actually unsure if that’s possible. But as soon as I was sprouting lava, she saw me as a human-made god. She even introduced me to the public as one, claiming I was from the heavens above sent just to introduce them to the wonders of the beautiful afterlife and prelife and so on and so on. People, of course, fell in love with the idea of a fallen angel and believed it all.
This is when my mother sought out someone who matched perfectly to a god, I do hope that the next time I can write I can introduce you to her.
For now, farewell old friend. This is…well, if I gave my real name it’d be a sin. Call me Sola. Good day.
