On the day the Kingdom of Bringis was falling apart by a strong force, an enemy known as the “Platinum Dragon” was attacking their kingdoms, burning every village and small town. King Oliver is ordering his troops to fight with all of their strength, every day they prepared for battle, believing it would soon be over. Heathera, daughter of the blacksmith, is giving the villagers and townspeople something to look up to, and be inspired about, in a hopeful way. She is trying to overcome the King’s bitterness of not believing it will end well, still keeping his head high and orderly he discovers yet another attack has been made. He sat there, baffled. His kingdom would fall without the hope that they lost, just after another village that had been burned down. How did this happen? I would not dream of the very idea, how would our generations yet to come say about this? "Sir," the king's most loyal knight, interrupting his thought.
" I'm sorry to bother you- "
" Not like I could be any more than I am right now... What." King Oliver said, annoyed.
" It appears that... Your people Sir, they have thought of a new way to believe they can defeat him...?"
The king sat wondering about the news he just received, how unimportant it was that they thought of a way to believe they can defeat their newest, and biggest enemy. How foolish they are.
" I will come when I am done here. Go tell them that they cannot fight any better than they dream of. "
" Yes Sir. " bowing his head and exiting the Throne room.
Heathera. She has to be behind this. She is the only one who can have such a mind to comprehend the inner most problems of the human soul. I must see her, now.
Heathera jumped on a barrel, ready to change the thoughts of hundreds of people and announced to the villagers and townspeople, like she was the head of a battle that was about to begin, “ Yes, my lads and lasses, another attack has been made… another loss has been received. But we must remain strong, as you have heard, I have a plan to keep us strong and-”
“And what? What could possibly help us at a time like this? Heathera.”
She turned to see King Oliver walking down towards her, with a unimpressed, curious face upon him. “ Are you going to answer me, young lass, or are you simply so scared to share this, “new way to believe” you can defeat the dragon, with your… courage and strong sense of hope to these people.”
“ I… I have a song.”
“ Ahaha! A song?! To help my knights and people to defeat a dragon even almost my whole army cannot fight? Are you serious, Heathera?”
“Yes.” she said plainly.
“Very well, begin.”
Heathera stood up straighter now, her lungs filling with air, about to produce the most beautiful sound, more beautiful than the sweet melody of birds in the morning, beautiful enough to give hope, a dream Heathera has since she was little. She wanted to sing to her people, and she wanted someday to help them with her song, to inspire them to keep their heads up and believe what they believe.
She opened her mouth and sang,
Believe what is in your heart
This kingdom will not fall apart
I know what is in your soul
A song that makes you whole
Can we ever make this with such bliss?
No more will he take this
Our hope is more
Our hope is more
Our hope is more than this war
Our children will hear this phrase
Oh, how they will remember this praise
Love eachother like you will always dream
This love will be like a bloodstream!
Sweeping away your pity and lust
Oh, how you will be peeling away, like rust!
Everyone is clapping, screaming, and cheering her name, I cannot stay here, they will question me for this. But they do not understand... The King was gone with the turn of his boots, as Heathera expected to see a shocked face of the king, he was no where. But all she really wanted was to see the joy and relaxation on the peoples faces as she looks among them with honor and pride.
"Heathera!" A man called to her in urgency as he came running north of the village with a terrified expression, his chest heaving in and out. He is obviously from the border of the kingdom, on patrol perhaps. "Get the king now! Our border patrol saw it! We saw the dragon around the mountains, he is coming this way!" Heathera looked to the crowd to see not a single person screaming or running around panicking, she only saw calm, but worried faces looking to her for any sort of command. She spoke with endurance and order," I will get the king, your job now everyone is to help the knights and soldiers to prepare for battle and protect this kingdom. You know where to put the resources and children, keep the woman away from the battlefield except the nurses and messengers . Everything else, the knights will command you. Any other men capable to fight, do so. I cannot give you any more commands than this. Now go, quick!"
Everyone parted from the center and went to their jobs . All the children be guided to their underground safes, a couple of knights jogged away with their task in mind, humming the tune Heathera gave them to remember during the battle, with all of her experience she had with battles, that was the only true source that could help them with what she had. King Oliver must know about this now, I don't care if he doesn't listen to me about my song, it is already starting to affect them, and they would be lost and hopeless without it. I do believe we can win this. She was entering the Throne room when she could hear the sound of a melody. A melody, that sounded much like hers. She carefully walked towards the king when he stopped humming and slowly turned to Heathera, supposedly the bravest in the kingdom, he had little waterfalls forming around his eyes. He spoke to her in the most gentle manner, as if she was his daughter.
"My lady, your sound has pieced me in the softest part of my heart. I am no longer hurting... You see, my wife composed the same song, just a little different from yours, she used to sing it around the castle in the long echoing hallways and through the pale meadows in the fall. Not the same words you used, no, more gentle, less vengeance. She sang it at your fathers house many times, she is your second cousin you see. Of course kept I kept it from you, you can see why it brought such pain to me when she passed away, I... I could not bear hearing it, but your father sang it to you every night. That my dear is why you have brought the people something to believe in. They recognize the song immediately because the Queen sang it all the way to their souls, never forgetting, you have inspired them to dream again about a time when there was beauty in all of the peoples hearts before her death. My dear you have brought me back to life, thank you. Thank you!"
Heathera could not understand and take it all in at one time but she had a more important task to accomplish. "I'm am grateful for you telling me this but this is a matter if emergency! The Platinum Dragon has returned and he will burn the rest of the kingdom in a matter of minutes! Please my Lord, help us now, for the Queen!”
He looked deep into her eyes and repeated,” For the Queen.”
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As Heathera watched the knights take the remaining wounded men to the nurses she could see what used to be a field, since the Kingdom of Bringis had not had a battle in a long time it was covered with flowers and weeds, but after that fatal battle it was burned to the dirt, smeared with blood, bodies, scraps of metal, and victory…The people looked to Heathera a different way that day, with respect, inspiration and, well like a queen.
Her song had affected them so much, not only it had reminded them of their queen, the words from Heathera’s mouth full of wisdom, had gotten them their kingdom full of peace and prosperity from defeating the dragon, the king had exposed the truth to Heathera where she had always known about the song and made it into a dream of the kings. Heathera had set the king free from his past and gained respect from all of his people, and to himself. Heathera had the hope to believe what she thought would come true, as the king had said. ”How would our generations yet to come say about this?”
They would carry the song and the story through the generations to come for as long as they remembered the Queen who created the song, and Heathera, the one who carried it out and changed just some words to fulfill the king’s heart and the kingdoms longings. The generations would be over and over inspired by the story of the deathly dragon being killed by one girl who could make a song as powerful as the strongest army anyone has ever seen.