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I never update here. Have an old post from February.

He wasn’t sure exactly what it was, or why his chest ached the instant he set his gaze upon it. The young king knew it was some sort of toy—some trivial, real world item that had managed to find its way into his realm—that much was obvious, yet he could not seem to identify exactly what it was supposed to be. Some kind of strange containment device? An odd projectile? He just didn’t know.

A voice deep within the young king’s mind told him he should. It berated him for forgetting, because this was obviously a ——! The voice raged on, as if pleading him to remember.

“How could you not know what a —— is?” it questioned, shocked. “Think about it,” the voice whispered, “after all, you’ve always wanted to be an ————, haven’t you?”

The king furrowed his brows. Wanted to be a what? Hadn’t he always been king? Was that not all he’s ever wanted to be? Being king, what else was there for him to want? He had it all, didn’t he? The boundless worship of his subjects and the palpable fear each of them exuded; countless riches and power beyond any being were all within his possession. There was simply nothing he did not want that he could not have!

And yet, that insufferable ache and that nagging voice all persisted as he continued to gaze upon the toy. Just what was that voice and exactly what had he supposedly forgotten?

The young king sought to answer his questions through his memories, hazy as they were. He searched and he searched, but he could only ever recall his role as king—there simply was no before.

Frustrated, and more than done dwelling over something so trivial, he tossed the toy aside.

“I don’t have time for playthings,” he muttered, then affirmed to himself: “I have a kingdom to rule.”

The pain in his chest would subside if he ignored it long enough.
Danny for Ghost King 2k14

Description
I never update here. Have an old post from February.

He wasn’t sure exactly what it was, or why his chest ached the instant he set his gaze upon it. The young king knew it was some sort of toy—some trivial, real world item that had managed to find its way into his realm—that much was obvious, yet he could not seem to identify exactly what it was supposed to be. Some kind of strange containment device? An odd projectile? He just didn’t know.

A voice deep within the young king’s mind told him he should. It berated him for forgetting, because this was obviously a ——! The voice raged on, as if pleading him to remember.

“How could you not know what a —— is?” it questioned, shocked. “Think about it,” the voice whispered, “after all, you’ve always wanted to be an ————, haven’t you?”

The king furrowed his brows. Wanted to be a what? Hadn’t he always been king? Was that not all he’s ever wanted to be? Being king, what else was there for him to want? He had it all, didn’t he? The boundless worship of his subjects and the palpable fear each of them exuded; countless riches and power beyond any being were all within his possession. There was simply nothing he did not want that he could not have!

And yet, that insufferable ache and that nagging voice all persisted as he continued to gaze upon the toy. Just what was that voice and exactly what had he supposedly forgotten?

The young king sought to answer his questions through his memories, hazy as they were. He searched and he searched, but he could only ever recall his role as king—there simply was no before.

Frustrated, and more than done dwelling over something so trivial, he tossed the toy aside.

“I don’t have time for playthings,” he muttered, then affirmed to himself: “I have a kingdom to rule.”

The pain in his chest would subside if he ignored it long enough.
Danny for Ghost King 2k14