Kingdom without a crown: short story

Kingdom without a crown: A short story

A huge mirror stood before me, my reflection stared right back. The frames, carved from pearl and ivory into smooth curves of serpentine creatures and jagged edges of spears. It tells a story. But my eyes, fixated on my own reflection.

 

Where is my crown? 

It is a strange feeling, looking at me through the mirror— I don’t remember the last time I looked at myself, for I hated my disgusting flesh without a crown on my head.

It's been far too long without my crown. My kingdom, lived torn and confused with a feeble, crownless king on its throne. But the tide must change. I must save my kingdom from my own ruins.

I ache for my crown every minute, taken by monsters lurking beneath the dark winter chill. They swiped the crown from my head when I was at my weakest. 

My memory didn’t serve me well, but I sometimes I feel it in my roughened hands, like cradling a precious gem. However, there was none. In my palms, were nothing but just a fragment of longing for my lost crown.

“Finding your crown will take much courage, and a complicated journey. Why do you try?”

 

The monster questions every day. I hear them across deep, mystifying oceans and through craggy hills. Most of all, I hear them often in my head.

I do not know why I’m on this journey— to slay the monsters in my head and reclaim the crown I once had. I kept quiet, without an answer but within me a warm tiny light reminds me of the power I once possessed.

But only when I hold the crown in my hands again, I can glow with even more power than I currently have. 

Now, draped in black, and a cloak on my back. I depart on a vengeful journey to reclaim my crown— so warm, bright, and powerful. A journey armed with nothing but a courageous heart and an intense will to regain my powers.

Finish.

--

In this short story, the crown represents self-love. Self-love is easily broken and manipulated, by filthy thoughts and lies fed to us. Some of us suffer from mental illnesses that make us doubt our self-love. But I am here to tell you that you are not alone in this fight. Your brave, precious self is fighting every day so you can return to your former glory. 

Claim the crown of the kingdom— the self-love that you once had.

Till then,

Melody