The Empty Throne 2nd Edition
By: Chase L. Currie
(Writer’s Note: I re-wrote this one morning at the farm, and I have found myself coming back to it a few times since then. I hope you enjoy it, and I've only made little changes, but the things that have changed make all the difference.
The idea of the tale or story or fairy tale, not sure what to call it, but it came from a conversation I had with an atheist friend of mine over dinner, and it had stuck with me for months now.)
Once upon time …
There once was a King beloved by all his people and he sat on his throne watching all their woes. He sat on top of a throne made of light and gold weeping with the heartbreak of his people's suffering.
And one day a Knight came to the King to ask him for an army to save his homeland but when the Knight enters the throne room, he found it empty in a quiet stillness. The King was missing, and the Knight went all over the castle looking for the King, but not a soul had seen him.
The Knight then sat out to find the King where ever he may be in his lands or others. He went to the marketplace where they told him the King had been seen heading West.
The Knight went West to the farmers where they told him the King had been seen traveling South.
The Knight went South to the blacksmith where he told him the King had been walking East.
In the Knight’s angry he left giving up on looking for the beloved King when went to leave the land he smells the hints of smoke. He followed the tail smoke to a burning house where a fire had burnt everything down. The Knight found, in his awe, the King holding the crying man, who house was nothing but brunt wood and stone. The King didn’t tell the man he was going to send people to rebuild his home. He didn’t tell the man he was going to be fine because the King was going to give him gold for his family.
All the King did was hold the weeping the man saying nothing.
(My friend said, “God suffers with us” and that made all the difference to me.)
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