Kingdom of Hearts, Anonymous [story reading .txt] 📗

the day of voting came he knew he won them over, he knew he was going to be the king. He was part of the army, which appealed to Chilles, he never refused a neighbor in need, which appealed to the common people, the two things he did not appeal to was Mitchell and the Zotat. Standing right in front was Emily, she was dressed in her most beautiful red blouse, it drove Tyson mad.
Everyone was on edge. Chilles and the people he chose announced their votes.

“I, Kale of Vrare, place my vote for Tyson Chide.” The first man said. Mitchell was visibly shaken, he knew that Tyson had two out of ten votes, and he had no sure vote.
“I, Jody of Vrare, place my vote for Tyson Chide.” The next woman said.
“I, Krille of Vrare, place my vote for Tyson Chide.” It went like this three more times.
“I, Jones of Vrare, place my vote for Mitchell Carson.” The army had to step in to control the uproar of disgust, many were trying to get on the stage. When everything was calmed down the voting continued.
“I, Chilles of Vrare, General of the Vrare Army, place my vote in Tyson Chide and no matter the votes of the rest of the people I will announce the new crowned king. With the votes we have just heard, even if the last two vote for Mitchell Carson the votes would stand seven for Tyson and three for Mitchell. Tyson Chide please step forward.” Tyson stepped from the crowd dressed in a grand red suit complete with his army jacket. “Tyson, do you vow to uphold what is best for the people of Vrare? Do you vow to put the many lives in front of you ahead of your own? And do you, Tyson Chide, put the kid's needs ahead of your own?”
“I do.”
“The children have something they made specifically for you, in the chance of you winning.”
A six year old boy stood up on the stage with an ornately carved staff it had six long sticks balled at the top, and three strategically placed red ropes.
“We as the...k-k-k-kids would.....l-like to give y-y-you this staff we made for you. If M-m-m-Mitchell was going to b-be king we were n-not going to give it to him. It was made for you.”
“You know when I was your age I got scared a lot too. I used to stutter, but look at me now, I am going to be king, and it is partially because of you.” Mitchell had the look of defeat in his eyes.
“Stand Tyson Chide, King of Vrare.” He placed the crown with the three gems of the Zotat in it on his head. He grabbed a robe made from the finest clothe-makers in all of Vrare and placed it around his shoulders.
“My first decree, everyone will go to the tables tomorrow and file into two lines the women and the men. The children will be held by my wife, so that you may do this. Fill out the forms and in a couple of days, I will come to you again with news. Goodnight, sleep well.”
“Tyson, what are you doing? You know tomorrow everyone goes to the temple to give prayers to Jumalat.” Chilles whispered.
“And they will. I want you there, too Chilles and all of your men. As soon as they finish the forms they go straight to the temples. I need this done, Chilles. I am going to make a second decree in a couple of days and I want to know how many people there are.”
“Well why don't you have them count themselves?”
“No. This must be done this way, I am afraid.”
“You are making a decree against everything we have learned, and too early in the crown.”
“Please listen to your king, Chilles.”
“Yes, your highness.”
“Chilles, you will not regret your decision in me. I swear it.”
“I understand your highness.”
“You are the general, you have every right to call me Tyson.”
“Thank you your highness...I mean Tyson.”
“Goodnight, Chilles.” With that he walked straight to his home, past the whispers from the people on the streets.

“What are you thinking! It is too early in the crown to be making decrees!”
“Elanor, listen to me, we do this early, have them work on the castles and the new...production I would like made.”
“What production? We have agreed only on the castles, not on any other thing.”
“Please, I would just like it this way.”
“If you cannot discuss things with me, with who can you?”
“Everyone! You do not listen to what I have to say, you see what everything has to do with you!”
“Why do we have to go through this!? I see what is the good for our family! Our family!”
“No, not our family. The royal family and right now that is only you and me.” He grabbed her hands in his, he thought about Emily and her red blouse. “I want this production to go off with no problems. Is that not what you want? I know that as soon as our castles and the school is made our new production will be a minor blur to our vision of a perfect, happy, and productive kingdom.”
“Why have the minor blur? Will it pass? Or stay in our sights forever? What about our son or daughter's future? Will this blur their vision as well?”
“This will pass, when all chaos is gone you will thank me and our new building. I am only thinking of our son or daughter. As soon as you have a daughter and she becomes Queen of Vrare, this will only protect her more.”
“What is it?” She asked skeptically.
“It is a guarded castle...for criminals.”
“A prison? In our kingdom?”
“I knew you would object. I have already made a map of Vrare and on it a spot where our prison will go. It will be far from our kingdom. Far from our school, and our daughter.”
“Where? The dark forest no one dare enter?”
“Yes. But the other side of the dark forest. And I intend to name that something different.”
“Fine. Will our daughter and sons go to school?”
“Yes. So our sons may find women to marry.”
“What about our daughter? She has no reason for school.”
“Yes, she does. To learn the ways of Vrare and learn politics here and learn different languages and more important things from the school.”
“Why not have a private tutor?”
“She would have no friends. None to bring home.”
“Rakkaus bless she fall in love with a prince.”
“Rakkaus would bless us to even have her fall in love.”

For the next couple of months the preparations for the castle went on and the hospital built for all emergencies including the birth of the king's children, and so went when Elanor gave birth, much to Tyson's happy, yet somewhat disappointed reaction, to a son. They named him Soturin, the warrior. He was to follow his father and become a great soldier. And three years later, Elanor announced she was pregnant again. Eight and a half months later she birthed another son. His name was Opillas, he was the learner prince. When the castles were finished and the prison was already in construction, Elanor told Tyson, Soturin and Opillas would soon not be alone in the world, she was pregnant. The school was named the Nuori Veri Koulu. As soon as that was proclaimed everything was quiet. Elanor gave birth a while later to triplets. All of them sons. She named them Murskaaja, Sydan, and Jason. Jason was the eldest triplet and Sydan the youngest. Murskaaja was the middle child. Elanor and Tyson wondered if they would ever have a daughter.
“I am a freak of nature! No daughter! No heir to our throne!”
“Elanor, we are blessed with five sons. Soturin will follow in my footsteps, but any other prince can marry a princess. Opillas or Jason. Sydan or Murskaaja when they are older.”
“What if I wish Soturin to marry a princess? Is he not good enough for the crown?”
“He is. But a king in the army is not good.”
“You are a king and in the army.”
“I am saying that perhaps it is not wise for Soturin to marry a princess and spend his time not with her. I regretted it every moment I was away from you.”
“But we have gained the throne from those moments.”
“I am not in the army anymore, it has done it's purpose.”

But they spoke too soon, for Elanor was pregnant two years later. And she birthed her sixth child. A daughter named Semra.

“May I see my sister?” Soturin, who was now seven, asked.
“Yes, but be quiet.” Tyson said sternly. Soturin nodded. He walked into Semra's room and slowly peered over her crib bars. He softly began to sing.
“Beautiful is she not?” Soturin stopped singing and turned to face a man he had never met.
“Yes, sir, she is. But unless you are her milkmaid you had best be leaving her alone, and getting out of this room.”
“Protective of your sister, nice. I remember when me and your father were close. Sad that had to change.”
“Who are you?”
“Curious? I am Mitchell Carson.” He stepped closer to Semra.
“Do not step closer!” He tensed for battle. His hand clutched his blade on his side. Mitchell raised his hands in a sign of peace.
“Your a bit edgy. Calm down, I'm not here to hurt you.”
“It is not me I am worried about, back out of here, stay away from Semra.” She woke up from the noise and almost immediately Soturin eased up and, keeping his eyes on Mitchell, walked over to her, placed his knife in it's sheath, and picked her up and cradled her until she went back to sleep and he carefully and softly placed her back in her bed.
“I would leave, Mitchell, if I were you. Do not come back unless you wish to go to the prison.”
“I did not come here to fight you young prince, I already know no good would come of it, but honestly I did come here to take your sister. So you can leave and deliver a message to your father or you can stay, protect your sister, die, and I still win, but am a little inconvenienced, your choice.”
“Or third option, call my family, kill you and protect Semra. Leave Mitchell.”
“Courageous. It would be a shame. You know what, go ahead and save Semra now, but I will be back. Give your father this message. Tell him the little princess cannot be protected forever and he has to choose family or crown, he cannot have them both.” With that he walked out the door and ran outside the walls and into the forest.

“Try not to worry my son. You have done well in choosing to protect your sister.” After Mitchell left Soturin ran straight down to his father with his baby sister in arms.
“I would have chosen to die if that was the option he thought I chose.”
“You have done well. Far beyond my expectations of you. I am indeed proud.”
“I was not looking for praise, father. Semra is in danger! You think I did this for you?”
“No, I did not. I am proud of that, that you would choose Semra over yourself. You are going to be an excellent guard for her.”
“Father I would never forgive myself if I were to mess up.”
“You will not. Semra will be happy to have her brother looking over her. You protected her before it was your time.”
“I will protect her far after as