phillipe

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Queen Mariah is dead, and Phillipe is feeling the burden to replace her. But he knows he must.

Submitted: February 21, 2017

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  The queen was dead. The beloved queen Mariah, founder of the kingdom, lay in a wooden coffin surrounded by many colorful flowers and adornments. The few citizens
 of the new found kingdom, still only 37 years old, the same amount of years that Mariah had reigned, stood around the coffin, weeping. They were in mourning. Their
 precious mother Mariah, their founder, was gone. She had been a special ruler, and all loved her. Even some nomads had grown to respect her, which was a hard thing
 to do, as Mariah had originally broken away from her nomadic tribe to settle the new kingdom. As ruler, she had seen the kingdom grow from nothing more than a settle-
 ment into a thriving city with even a medium sized gray brick castle at it's center. But now that was all in the past. Phillipe watched the procession, misty eyed.
 Lathan was speaking of Mariah's many strengths as ruler, trying to lighten the mood. But even the ever positive Lathan couldn't lift the heavy hearts of the grieving
 citizens.
As Phillipe looked on, a young child, no older than four, stepped forward, holding a single red rose. The child had matching redish orange curly hair pulled up in a
 head band. She took one innocent look at Mariah laying in the wooden coffin, then placed the rose at the foot of the casket. Many burts into lous sobs. Lathan went
 silent. Phillipe wiped away tears from his eyes and swallowed hard. The young child had slipped back into the crowd and out of sight. A long uncomfortable pause hung
 in the air for what seemed like an hour. Finally, Lathan began to speak again. "Come now, people!" he said, trying to sound sharp, but failing miserably. He was too
 kind to repromand anyone. His voice sounded too tender. Then he looked straight at Phillipe and smiled. "Won't you say a few words, my friend?" he asked, pleasantly.
 He motioned for Phillipe to step forward and address the group. Phillipe wanted to resist, but he knew he had an obligation to the citizens to find a way to comfort
 them in any way he could find to do.
So he stepped through the crowd and beside Lathan, placing a firm hand on the others shoulder. "I'll take it from here," he said, his voice wavering. He nodded to
 Lathan and turned to face the crowd. After composing himself, he cleared his throat and said in a loud voice for all to hear, "Mariah is gone! We must accept this
 truth and move on with our lives." He paused a moment, then went on. "We have a very tough decision to make before us. It's a matter of life and death. Not the life
 or death of any one individual standing amoung us here, but the life or death of this very kingdom! We must carry on Mariah's dream of a place of shelter that is dif-
 erent from those who dwell around us. A place where, in her own words, we can stay in one place."
A few people in the crowd shouted, "Here! Here!," in agreement, and others nodded. Phillipe went on. "We have a choice. We can go back living the old way, as nom-
 ads, roaming the plains and living off the land to survive and fighting each other. Or, we can sustain ourselves by keeping our wonderful city kingdom properly work-
 ing as we all work together towards a common goal. That goal was Mariah's dream all along. Freedom! May it ring forever..." The people burst into applause at Phill-
 ipe's grand words and began to shout in unison, "King Phillipe! king Phillipe! Long live king Phillipe!" And they meant it. Phillipe was quite a bit taken aback by
 the peoples desire to make him the new ruler of the kingdom. True, Mariah had been appointed, but it was unanimous, and she deserved to be the ruler. But Him? Phill-
 ipe wasn't sure he wanted to be king. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he had no choice. He was the best option there was to lead. So, one
 week after Mariah's funeral, Phillipe accepted his fate. He took the brand new crown created for the new ruler. "I'll do my best to fill her shoes," said the new king.
 "My intentions are only the best."
 
 


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