Alexander lay under the stars full of rage and confusion.
He didn’t want to trust anyone . He didn’t want to try.
“Me be a king?” He thought to himself “What good could  I do?!”

But then.. He remembered what had been said to him.


“ Well… there are many people without food, without homes, getting sick and dying.”
“ Isn’t anyone going to do anything about it?”
“ No. Our King will do nothing.”



“I am a servant ... The lowest of the low. The more money you have in this world - the more power - the more privilege. People like me…could be killed for merely speaking out of turn to someone of high rank”


“Your father was a good man. He believed the collective lives of the people in his kingdom were in need of a good king and you and your  mother did not live in poverty. You would be fine without him…”


“He wanted to rule as well as his father had and feared the crown falling into the wrong hands”

“…He kept you and your mother here protect you from being killed. It would be the easiest way to hurt him.”


Alexander then felt a pang of guilt. He had been selfish. He sat up and looked around him. He could help those people. He could be a good King. After all it was what his father had protected him for, and what he had wanted from him.

Alexander sighed and lifted himself up off the ground. He took the carved whistle from his pocket and blew. The music soared up into the sky once more. A few seconds later Luna appeared. She landed quietly on the stump of a tree, waiting for an explanation.

“I’m Sorry Luna.” Alexander said with great difficulty.
“Are you ready to be a man Alexander?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because the King’s coronation is tomorrow.”

Luna cawed happily.
“Tomorrow… you shall prove yourself.”