The beckoning calls of Kings - Chapter four | Ep. #007

When kingly duties call, loyal men falls squarely in line. 

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There are pictures hanging on the palace walls, and war horses are neighing in the stalls. A picture perfect portrait which tells the story yet, a story of all what those kings gets, as well as other hidden secrets of that squared Kingsley King sets, and all their stories, enthralled in the beckoning calls, to their own glories.

This would have happened just after the forming of the dark morning, which was to come floating in upon them, without a warning.

Like, like when the skies were found covered up under volcano ash. And all of the people thought that it was the end of them, and of everything which they would have got mashed, lot stash and pork barrel of potato.

But the skies were to have cleared up again, and the gods would have fallen the former rain. The meadows were lush with green again.

Birds sing, clean water spring. But there were yet much lacking left locked up within. The land was ravished, almost consumed. “In six months’ time, there could be many things here to harvest moon,” so said Kingsley to all of the rest, of course, he wasn’t King yet.

But that, -the renewal, it would have depended upon how much seed they would have got left in the basket. And what strength may yet remain in the might of the squares’ mighty men, and hanging about their neck.

There was a problem. And only one way to solve them, they must first build up their own strength. And they did. Upon the backside of the other kids, living right there on the block, yes, those kids, even their very own stacks. All inclusive.

They were all Kingsley. Only separated by their number in line, dimly. Kingsley1 would have become king man after the end of the fasting, which was brought on by way of the darkening darkness.

They did not know what was the cause of it, at first guess, they thought that it was a curse by the gods of the curse, and accompanied in by way of their nurse, the church, of course, but.

What it was, in reality, was this: drifting lava dust and smoking, literally, the direct aftereffects of a volcanic eruption several thousand miles away, across the ocean’s Bay.

It was one of the biggest such events ever to have happened in their human monetary history, well, according to his story. Or was it mine? Same sign, stories are they, every time.

The dust was to come riding up upon them and carried along upon the winds and it was to cover the suns face from viewing the disgrace, as it was to be happening over there, in that place, and starting from within.

Other than for the immediate results of folks stumbling around in sobbing sulks, and walking around in darkness prior to unknown, the worst was yet in the waiting room and hastening to come, yes, it was there, right there in that room up ahead. Can you not see the bed?

For two to three years after the initial spread of the eruption dread, it was to stay, yeah! That same one, the volcano which would have erupted, and was to come spreading in from way over there that year.

Or was it? Maybe it was only after that time when it was first made known to the kind folks in that region of the toe, you know, not in that neck of the woods, but the toe, the world class of a dragging tow.

Two or three years later was when the real effects were to get started at hitting them greater, and yet harder there at the home border, right up there where they lived.

Because, the sun had not come shining through, upon the squared lands fair and blue, blue-blooded and very well-studied. The food stock stack pile was to suffer the spoil.

And then. Began they to get hungry again, and wondering was beginning to befriend Bungy, as he would have wondered out loud, as to when and from whence was food to come, in order to fade out hungry. It had better come though, and quickly. So said he.

It was not very long afterward that blood would have been spilling sword, this man had was to be turning to be hitting on that one, targeting the other one who was not to be too willing to be giving up a part portion of his belly filling, or all of it. To leave him with just himself and with the nilling to bawl out and kick.

It would have happened quickly quick, so very quick that man was forced to become fit fit fit. In order to be able to make a hit, hitting the fixing flex, and be found fitting it in into the mix, as it was to be coming on down, and be rendering it tender into the blender coming in next.

So, this man was forced to fall upon that one, and nil him, just to take what was in the pot which that man was chilling.

And if the willing was to become unwilling, he takes it from him too, to go toward his own healing, and for joying up his family feeling.

Only the strong and the strongest among them there was going to stand best, and be there still standing up for the longest, of the run that is, and be found still standing up in there, at the end of the quiz.

Kingsley was to be such a friend. And mighty was the flames of his fame, went out and about over there making for himself a name.

But then came the sun out from under the dusty spout, and starts it's shining again, against the shouts. And the crops even prospered in the ever afterward but.

But Kingsley had now tasted the nectar, the sumptuous sweetness of the spoils of war. Can't just go back now and stop the car, and turn it around after getting this far, the man was forced to war, and all because of the falling of the star, or was it? That as you already know, was before they had gotten to know that it was, in fact, volcano tar.

But as for Kingsley King, nothing doing by him if they are not going to be doing the war things, along with him, and all of them was hastening on in for the taking, and partaking in on all of that spoiling, and yes, after the ash mess they would have gotten themselves together and crowned Kingsley better, and even the very best, the best warrior that they would have had yet.

They then went out and about and wasn't the proud men stout? After they would have gone further on in and would have taken and crowned him king. Kingsley King, the very 1st.

That was to be the best for them. And the rest, as they say, is his story. Not mine, no glory for me divine. Okay! I hear what you say. I’m cutting it out.

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