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

well. I will not leave Semra until she is safe, and maybe not even then.”
“She is going to sleep in your room, until Mitchell is in prison. You can guard her there. Knives and swords will be in reaching distance of your bed.”
“Father, it would be the first place he would look. The whole army should guard her. A place sealed to only one entrance. All of the men should be standing right outside her door and her room just in case he shows up there.”
“Thinking like a true general. You will soon be the general and I will entrust you with the movement of the army.”
“Not until Opillas grows older. I will be Semra's guard until Opillas takes my position.”
“He is only four. It will take nine years, nine years you will not be training for the general. Chilles will move you accordingly. You will be sixteen, it will be four years before you move positions. Will you take that?”
“I will only allow one of our family to protect her, if I am twenty before I make it to second stage then so be it. I will be thirty two at the time I am general.”
“You will have to wait twenty five years from this point, and maybe longer.”
“No. You have always trusted Chilles, I will too. When he retires, I trust he will make me general in the Vrare army.”
“It is not Vrare anymore. I shall rename it Kafke. You will belong to the Kafke army.”
“Why are you renaming our kingdom? Vrare is what it was...Vrare is what it shall be forever.”
“No, it is not Vrare! We built this for our children and now our children are being threatened. Vrare was a place I was proud to represent! Kafke is a place of war...now pride is not what I feel, pride is a distant memory, pride is back at the field where our home used to be. As soon as all the criminals are locked up, I will rename it to Krenarie. This place will never again be Vrare.”
“Father...”
“No! No more! Go watch Semra.”
“Yes, sir.” Soturin walked back to Semra. Tyson was not going to allow his son to give up his freedom or anything Tyson worked hard to ensure. He went over to a desk and grabbed a piece of paper, he wrote:
Dear Soturin,
I am truly sorry for yelling at you. I will never allow you to ruin your life because of Mitchell. I have gone to find him, to kill him or put him in prison for the rest of his life. If I succeed you will go to the army and start your training right away. If I fail protect your sister, go through with your plan to wait until Opillas is thirteen and he will watch over Semra. Do not allow Mitchell to succeed in tearing your future apart. He knew this would come and I chose family over crown, I will, and I did. Mitchell will find another way. Be wary of his son, Jakob. He might avenge his father and kill Semra, always have someone protect her. If your mother has more children, if it's a boy beg her, if necessary, to name him Sielu. If it is a girl name her Nebbia. Tell her I love her and tell your sister stories of a man named Tyson and how he left to protect the baby princess from a jealous man. Tell her to behave and go to school and learn a lot. What more is there to say? Oh, tell your brothers, especially Sydan, that their father always loved them. He and Semra won't be as close as I know you two will be, but him and her aren't far in age and he can go do child stuff with her. I know he is only two and she is just a bit older than one month, but I may not make it back. I will never forget you Soturin, you will always make me proud like you did today.

Your father,
Tyson Chide Aka King of Kafke

He folded the paper and wrote Soturin on the top and left it on the desk. He sighed and turned around, he scanned the room, not looking for anything in particular just memorizing and imagining his children there. He knew he was not going to be coming back for a while and maybe not at all, but he refused to think about that. He refused to think about never returning to Elanor, never watching Soturin become head of the Kafke army, and never seeing Semra grow, never holding her in his arms again, not shaping her into the great queen he knew she would be. He was not leaving her unattended, Soturin would shape them right, but he was only seven. Why would he do this to him to all his children? To save one child? To save his daughter? Why wouldn't he?


By the time Soturin had made it to the note, his father was gone. He was alone in the world. His mother could never understand why he would do the things he would, how far he'd go to protect the ones he loved, what he would do to see his brothers and sister be the best they could.
“Father. Why? Why would you do this to me? Throw me into the endless river, thrust me into parenthood?”
“Soturin? What are you doing out of bed?” Elanor walked behind him and rubbed his hair.
“Mother, he is gone. Father has left to go after Mitchell.”
“No. No! He wouldn't. Mitchell and him were always together when they were younger, they fought over who got me and of course your father won. Mitchell thought everything was bought, Tyson knew that everything was caused by making an impact in peoples lives. He wouldn't kill Semra and your father certainly knew that. He wouldn't kill Mitchell.”
“Sounds like a reassurance for a life and not for who it should be.” Soturin went to cradle Semra. When he held her close he felt his father, he felt that he would walk back in and say 'just kidding' and they would smile and talk about how to deal with Mitchell together. He knew he wouldn't but when he held Semra nothing seemed impossible.
“He will come back, don't worry Semra. He is going to tuck you in and kiss your cheek and hold your hand when you first go to school. You won't feel the dried out hands of someone who has been practicing for the army on your first day.” The teardrops starting dropping from his face. “You should never have to.”

“Mitchell? Why did you threaten my Semra, you know how much I love her.” Soturin woke from a dream to the voice of his mother.
“You know that I had to do that to get Tyson to abandon you and your children. They will, in time, find me their father. I know that you had to choose him, but now you know who you will choose to protect you over anyone else. I will always choose you.” Mitchell? He was there? Had his father not left to protect them from him? That is exactly what ran through Soturin's mind.
“Did you have to threaten Semra? Couldn't you have challenged him to a duel on some distant island?”
“I did this for us. I knew that your son would never back down. Courageous. I will be proud to watch him grow. He will go into the army as soon as possible.”
“He is everything I thought Tyson would be as king. He is going to be a great king to some foreign kingdom.”
“Excellent I am sure.”
“What is this?” Soturin could not lay and listen to Mitchell who took his father away from his side, talk as if he was always his father.
“Soturin. I am sure you have guessed that I am not here after your sister. Semra is safe.”
“You threatened her! For what?”
“I had to. Your mother loves me and if she left Tyson, your real father...”
“My only father!” Soturin interrupted.
“...your father would have taken the throne and left your mother to be a commoner, maybe even a prisoner. This way I am the new king, and you and your brothers and your sister will remain in the castle.”
“Who says he would have left us out of the castle? Do not talk about my father as if he is a distant memory. He is, was, and will always be our only father, and Kafke's only king.”
“Soturin! Never speak like that to your new father and king!” His mother scolded.
“Funny, I knew you were concerned for Mitchell. You threw away our future as responsible and kind and caring people of this country! I will never accept Mitchell! He is a temporary replacement until our father returns.”
“Soturin he is gone, never to return. He was cast a drift in the ocean. He will never find his way back.” Mitchell said.
“Then I will find him.” He said softly and he smiled at the thought.
“Goodnight. You will find me your father in time.”
“Goodbye, Mitchell.”
He ran back to his room and gathered clothes for the coming trip, he wouldn't go alone, though. He was taking Sydan with him. Sydan was young but a fine companion. They ran down to the harbor. They took the largest and fastest ship The Vengeance the name seemed a little coincidental.

“When things happen, it's always for a reason, okay, Sydan?” Sydan nodded his head, “We aren't going to go back for a while okay?” Sydan nodded again. The boat creaked off the dock and they lurched forward. An hour past and the dock was gone, in another hour the castle was out of sight. Their home was gone. “We will find our father and bring him back. Let's just hope in our absence the people of Kafke will not accept Mitchell as their king.” The vengeance and the eldest and youngest prince were gone to find the missing king of the old island, Kafke.
Upside down

“How did everything go from perfect in a beautiful house to lonely in a large castle filled no longer with the laughter of my husband and children?”
“You are surrounded by children of your womb and a man you love in a beautiful castle, nothing could get more perfect.” He wrapped his arms around her.
“Except...” She took his arms off of her. “...I'm not surrounded by laughter, I'm surrounded by my own puddles of tears, I'm not surrounded by all of my children, I am surrounded by four, and my husband is not here, because a lapse of judgment I lost everything that made my world perfect.”
“I think you need time. We have loads of time.”
“I don't have time! I have perhaps seven months, and my world goes insane. I have someone besides my husband's child.”
“Your having my baby?” It came out almost a whisper. He was staring at the ground his