All Chapters of The Forgotten King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

18 October 1272 TuesdayThese few weeks have been exhausting, we, at last, finished writing exams. However now you think, why have I been busy? We have a festival at the end of the year, to celebrate all our hard work... With more hard work.I take a sigh of relief as I sit down on my bed, getting a few moments to myself. Forbid that ever happens, I think to myself as a knock is heard on my door. I grunt as I stand up and make my way over to the door.Opening the door to a bored-looking Alex I just can't but giggle, "What's got you in such displeasure?" I ask with a grin, crossing my arms. He sighs pulling out his pocket watch, "The king has me organizing a lot of the festivities, along with running this academy. Quite a lot of work."I nod in agreement, "I know how you feel, I've been practicing so hard and helping with all the set-ups. Not to mention still having school work- I've completely forgotten to visit Levi." I said with a sigh.He raised

 I sit atop my throne, the same one I spilled blood over all those years back, my crown sitting between my upper legs. I'm in the same room as all the other dreams I've been having.Anger; sadness; but most evident; betrayal burns deep in the back of my throat, such extreme emotions making smoke emerge from all around me. What would cause me to feel such passionate emotions? Why would these emotions cause smoke to appear? I hear footsteps, light, it's the girl, I try to look up, to see her but my body doesn't respond. I stifle a sigh, questions filling my mind, questions that don't have answers, these dreams bring unwanted emotions. Why do these simple nightmares make me feel like this? So lost in my thought, I don't see acknowledge the girl in front of me. She is yelling names but none of them is mine and no matter how hard I try I just can't stop the smoke, I can't stop, I can't stop. I hear cough

  Burning white is all I see, uninterrupted, everything around me like I'm a room of nothingness. The white burns my eyes as if looking at a flame for too long. This isn't death, I've had several near-death experiences and this isn't death. What was I doing beforehand? Ah yes, I had laid my head down for a night's rest. It must be another one of those dreams I have, this time yet it's a different setting than the last few. Where is the small girl then? I can't see her, perhaps I should call out for her. "Help, please I need to remember!" I call out, one of the first things that come to mind. Spontaneously saying it, almost like an automatic response, little control over my words. This white, screaming colour, yet so basic and simple, marring my eyes. My eyes rushing around to find something, anything but this empty whiteness. "Help, help! It's freezing cold." A familiar and soft voice says, it's t

I can hear the horse clattering and wheels coming up to the school as Pheonix and I get closer to the main entrance. I straighten my shirt sleeves, walking to the main door.My shoes ecko-ing through the halls, you can hear people going in out their dorm rooms. Friend groups going down the stairs to see their friends arriving in the carriages.Making sure Pheonix hasn't fallen behind, I open the big wooden front door of the main entrance. Heads turn in my direction, you can hear the chatter already rise. Girls swooning and whispering over me, I ignore it as I always do.Yet there are some that whisper about Pheonix, I hear them say they like a man in a dress. I see him get flustered. New rumors start thinking he's a new lover or saying I fired my last one. You see, my last servant didn't follow me around, she was old and preferred to stay out of the spotlight.Walking over to the first principal I see. I hold out my left hand to shake, keeping the right b

The air is thick with tension. No words are spoken and the inside of my check is chewed to shreds. My eyes glued to the floor as the silence rings in my ears. So loud, so so loud, overbearingly loud. Forcing my thoughts to scream like sirens in my head. The thoughts I've been running from, hiding from. They face me down and now that I have no choice to listen...They're silent. As silent as the sea, loud waves crashing against large rocks of enormous sizes.I've only been to the beach once, for a school trip. The sea loomed over us when stood there in awe. I'd only heard stories before, but no words could describe it. The silence, not a single passing stranger. The village roads were always so busy and the castle walls were no different.There on the beach, it was quiet of people but load by nature. Ocean waves fracturing against the salty earth. The seagulls crooning their unpleasant songs. The splashing of fish and crabs clacking the pinchers. Almost beautiful