I wanted to do more...but MC's been down, sooooooo...
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He stepped onto the first stair of the throne set, the cold stone work chilling the sole of his foot.
He stepped forward and knelt, face to the ground, eyes lowered, studying the floor. There was no dust, everything was the cleanest he’s seen it. The rainbow was reflected in the polished floor. A hand touched his shoulder.
His hand touched the mahogany banister. There was dust there now. The room was not used as often as before. He looked up.
He looked up, lifted his eyes. Yes, he detected the hint of a smile, proud, loving, in his father’s face. “My son. From this day you shall be Beauhoth Tinglroth keeper of the sacred wooden hearts and leader of Raenbu.” And his father’s arms reached out in an embrace.
He stood before the throne, turned, looked out across the throne-room. There were people there he did not at first recognise. Outsiders, strangers, but that did not matter now. He raised his hands.
He raised his face, looked out into the rainbow. His father was beside him, his father was glad. Beauhoth turned back to his father once more. “You must come,” his father said. “There is much yet to know.”
Beauhoth stepped backwards. The heels of his feet touched the bottom of the throne, his hands rested on the arms. He sat, back straight, head high. His finger moved to the indention of the button.
His finger stroked the gupta-wooden heart, with it’s symbols, and rainbows, and etchings. Their were five. The Heart of Love, blood red cut from the center wood, deep inside where no pestilence or plague could have affected it, from the hard heart of the tree love was carved. The Heart of Life was made of new shoots, woven together into a heart, life is more than one it is all. The Heart of the Head was stamped from the cork pulp of the tree, softer than the others, malleable. The Heart of the Rainbow was carved from the bark, a splash of colour beside its companions. The Heart of Time was missing, it had been gone for decades, or more, or less, or forever, or never. No one knew, there was no time.
There was no time to lose, not that Beauhoth needed time. This was Reanbu. Time was an illusion. And so was power. Beauhoth’s pressed his finger onto the button. A sound of machinery started for the first time since forever. A crack, a screech.
The first crack in his reign came with the arrival of Miss Nancy. She was a scientist on a quest. She had stopped in their town from another village many miles beyond the main center of Reanbu. At first she’d been light hearted. She had joined parties, her purple stripped eyes sparkling with good hummer. She danced with Beauhoth many times, whirling with him around the dance floor, her yellow dress sweeping the floor, his cape matching pace. She spoke with him long into the nights, as they walked arm in arm along the sparkling rivers of Reanbu. The Hearts, the sacred wooden hearts were her main topic. Where were they? What did they look like? Had he touched them, held them, were they real? They certainly were. Could she see them? No. Never.
Never had the walls taken so long to part. From his position on the throne, Beauhoth watched in almost child-like fascination as the crack appeared where it always had, running down the centre of the opposite wall. He saw the creatures scurrying away from the edge. The walls creaked apart slowly. Light started to pour into the throne room. The mirrors reflected around and around. The two whole walls swung back opening onto a panoramic view of Reanbu. Green grass, hut-like houses, blue sky, and towering above it all a full rainbow. But…it was crumbling…
It was crumbling. His kingdom crashing down. She wanted the Hearts, and what she wanted, she got. Everyone adored her, the entire kingdom thought she was a god, not literally, but almost. But she wanted more than that. She whispered of, “The ruler who keeps secrets from his kingdom.” “The man who treats ornaments above life.” And it was only a matter of waiting before the rumours grew and spread like a virus or a fungi spreading across the walls of castle, creeping across all and sundry. They were coming out to get rid of him.
They were coming out of their houses, squinting in the light. What is that? The castle is opening, the throne-room. And the throne was rising. The stairs folded in on themselves, and the throne rose. Who was…that wasn’t Miss Nancy. And she never gave proclamations from there. Had their ruler returned? Was the new day dawning? As one they came hurriedly towards the castle.
Beauhoth hurriedly fumbled with the Hearts. He smacked his hand against the panelled walls until one clicked, and pushed aside. He started shoving the Hearts into the inter chamber were they would be safe. Suddenly: “He’s here.” The snarling voice of Mrs Nancy. Her eyes flashing evilly, and two henchmen beside her. After that…black…”
Back. He was back. He stood to his feet, raised his hands to the rainbow. “My people!” he shouted, and his voice carried across the entire town. “I, Beauhoth Tingelroth, have returned. I will bring Reanbu back to prosperity, I will return the sacred hearts, I WILL SAVE THE RAINBOW!”
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