Reginald woke up in a dark room, but couldn’t figure out where he was. The memory of the pain he had to suffer came back—the young prince raised his arms but could only see scars where the rods had been driven into his body. He felt his arm but couldn’t find any trace of the metal artifacts.
As the prince rose from a stone bed…he lost his balance and easily pushed himself off the wall with one hand—he was shocked. Reginald felt light. Healthy. Full of life. What have they done to me? he wondered, walking towards the window.
Reginald realized that he was in a room high above Zurkaks—from there he was able to see the vast plains of his father’s reign. Then he ran towards the door, agitated at the thought of being a prisoner. They might know who he was like. To his surprise, the door was open.
He returned to his room and closed the door, when a strong sense of frustration assailed him. The young prince recalled the last conversation he had with his father.
“…it’s too late for that,” his father had said.
“Let me go back to the Brothers of the Rising Light,” Reginald said. “They will understand the seriousness of the situation…”
“Stop!” said Frederick, “I’m tired of this, boy. Go and do whatever you want with your life—obviously you are incapable of…Aslan could not defeat the Knights of Darkness. What chance do you have?”
The words were repeated over and over in the young prince’s mind. Reginald was willing to do whatever it took for his kingdom. That was important. Getting his light back could have been the only thing that mattered; without it, he was nobody.
Reginald knew that Aslan’s powers were unmatched, but there had to be a way to defeat the Knights of Darkness.
His father’s words haunted him. The prince felt an emptiness in his chest. He just wanted to make the king proud. He saw him as an idol. Reginald wanted to grow up to become as powerful as Frederick, but the pain kept growing.
Everything I’ve done to make you proud, Reginald thought. The wooden door to his dark room opened.
“I see you feel better,” Lady Night said, entering his room. “Use this…I have something to show you.”
Reginald grabbed the black leather satchel that Lady Night threw at him.
“I’ll be right back,” Lady Night said, before leaving the room.
Reginald found a black Knights of Darkness uniform and decided to put it on.
By the time Lady Night returned, the young prince looked like one of the soldiers from the Temple of Eternal Mist. “Follow me.”
Reginald walked through the dark stone corridors, hurriedly following the stranger. Inside him, the resentment against the memories of his father continued to grow. Feeling angry. You’ll see what I’m capable of, Reginald thought. I’m going to show you that I can be the most powerful.
Lady Night stopped. “They are waiting for you.”
Reginald looked at Lady Night curiously. “Them?” he said.
“You’ll be fine, Sparky,” Lady Night said, before opening the door. “Go on.”
Reginald frowned. Who are you calling Sparky?
Four hooded men waited in the room. Each was seated on a beautiful tall black wooden throne. In the middle of the room was a black blade greatsword on a wooden weapon rack.
This was the first time Reginald had seen the blade of the sword of darkness. To his surprise, the metal seemed to throb and somehow call out to him. The young prince was drawn to it. He wanted to grab it. Not caring about the consequences, Reginald walked straight to the greatsword and picked it up with one hand.
Calamity—the greatsword of darkness—rejected Reginald’s commands.
Reginald felt excruciating pain in his arms, a force that made the greatsword heavier and heavier. Pain spread through his chest. Reginald screamed at the top of his lungs. The rising anger helped him endure the pain.
The four hooded men rose to their feet, bolts of black lightning shooting from their fingers.
Reginald was surprised by the energy of the elders. The force calmed the pain emanating from Calamity. He raised the sword over his head…the pain disappeared.
As he lowered his sword, the young prince saw the four hooded men motionless on the ground. Then he heard the door behind him.
Lady Night walked in and saw Reginald holding the sword. “Good job, Sparky.”
Reginald frowned, then sheathed his greatsword—Calamity.
This is my latest Kingdom of Glory installment, and now you can visit the beginning and click Next Post to read the entire series in order.
Oh i didn’t see this notice here before i read. Thank you.
This is awesome! I love your style of writing and how easy it is to be drawn in by your work… look forward to reading more!
Your sense of atmosphere and setting is spectacular.
Good job sparky!😂
Sparky is a nice surprise.
Wonderfully written. I enjoyed it throughout 😀
I find your description of The Sword of Darkness very intriguing!
In Indian mythology Lord Parashuram has a similar relationship with his axe ( you might want to read up on it.)
There came a time when he wanted to keep it down but since the axe had caused massive scale destruction, it actually became an object desiring blood and its thirst could not be quenched.
I was looking for the quote but couldn’t find it. It’s either by Amish Tripathi or Ashok Banker. If I come across it, then I’ll share it.
Like your intro line as a neat way to summarize the benfits of being mindful.
Very Nice
The father son conflict creates tension, and I want the protagonist to triumph.
Always looking forward to your phenomenal stories, Sebastian! I feel a strong sense of significance with Reginald’s relationship with Calamity.
In many ways, I feel that I can relate.
Great story–really drew me into it.
Good story.
What powerful words you gift us with– “I’m tired of this, boy. Go and do whatever you want with your life” thank you
Nice short story written in a simple and lucid language .
Very intriguing written! True, being mindful even in the adversity of life drives us in the right direction.
Lovely…
Sparky in a good way?
Everyone seems to get Reginald 😕
Why am i so jumpy to ask anything.
But I’ll go with slaying your demons
However the sword of Calamity is an antithesis to the five stones and the sling.
Great readings
Sparky just seems something that we would relate to in this world, given that electricians often get called Sparky. If it works, tho, keep it going. 🙂
Oh i like your setting for Sparky.
It’s Lady Night that gets me unnerved. I sense she is a bit condescending or trying to take the mickey out of Reginald, like he is in a torture chamber.
Don’t be jumpy from my comments, I try to be helpful, but always remember, it’s your story, your characters. 😀
Well i cant wait for the stortyteller to come and have a conversation with us.
It seems to me that Lady Dark knows more about Reginald than he knows about himself, after all, he just went through a terrible transformation.
Yes, it does seem as though
I must look at that chapter later in the evening.
Thanks for highlighting it.
I love your writing. Definitely different.
Great story, Thank you
Hello Sebastian. I hope you are well.
Words spoken from a person who has either responsibility, power in some way or authority over others, often if not careful and mindful, can either pain and harm a person for a long while, or they can inspire and strengthen a person.
Many people today are in pain and have been shaped by wounds such as this, as in your story.
Parents especially need to be careful the ways they communicate with and to their children. Your children look up to you, and you are their world. Do not abuse their trust.
Really good. I recognize this as a continuation of one of your previous stories. You might want to change the name Aslan though, or is this fan fiction from the Chronicles of Narnia? Aslan is the name of the Lion/God.
I am aware of the power of this name and I hope you can enjoy the series from the beginning and click Next Post to read it in order.
Thanks, Sebastian!
Interesting. Sparky seems a little out of character, but I presume there’s a reason for that …
I hope you had time to visit the series from the beginning and click Next Post to read it in order.
Sort of like the Lady Night.
Thank you so much for the great story.
Good job buddy =)
Can be used as script!
Writing was never my vocation. Wrote and stored in a cabinet. God bless God writers. bloggingfundamentals.com
You’re an awesome writer.
😲 yesssssssss!!!!!
excited to read more. great ending
Nothing is more provocative than to call a young ambitious soul of being incapable. After that one can only expect the worst or death defying heroism
Hopefully it’s enough for Reginald to overcome adversity.
We all make mistakes; we do. I learn from you.
I can’t wait to read the rest!
Insightful as always such a great read
Seems to be running towards his undoing…A young brave soul manipulated into darkness? Until the next chapter then!
What intrigues me about your stories that really surfaced for me after reading this is I get a feeling that you lived these experiences in another life time! It’s as though you are sharing true stories from a past life experience. It feels real! What a gift you have as a “storyteller”! It comes alive and we actually are in the story with you!
I am happy to have visitors in my universe.
i really appreciate your passion thank you
I will keep sharing stories.
Now, I’m hooked!
It makes me very happy to know that.
Great short story! I’m surprised you like the stuff on my WordPress. Thanks for the likes anyway, many people love reading on WordPress
Reading is a fuel that charges my creativity.
Well done
“The rising anger helped him endure the pain.” — I love that line.
I felt his pain…although writing it was empowering.
You’re writing is so mysterious
Your page is amazing 👏
I can tell you have been doing this for awhile! ✍️
Very impressive intro
Nice !!! Follow me
Define circumstance.
Very enjoyable leisure reading. I hope to write a story or novel some day!!
Love your style of writing
Amazing short story! Great writing Sebastian.
Great story
Abolición…
Exactly 💯
You should be writing books! Amazing.
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Love it! I liked that he was angry, and that he didn’t have to be angry in the end-unless…wait, he was just being used!! But he had the awesome sword and was able to overcome it
I have to say this way a good read. 3rd time I’ve come back to the post haha. Great work
Nice straightforward plot. Gripping till the end.
Nice. Well done. Interesting story.
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Indeed! 🖖🌍🖐
Sparky 😃
A Lille bit of chivalry and romance would help this story even more.