King Lazarus The King Oratorical Journal

“That was different; there was a war on. And you know quite well I didn’t want to do any fighting at all.” Now Father’s voice is starting to

"Are you serious?" a voice boomed from behind us "Your calling him a coward?" Celestail stomped her way infront of Mother's chair and looked her right in the eyes.

The sand seemed to retreat in fear as the men clad in steel armour trod upon it. The crowds parted as the foreign men climbed the crumbling stone steps that approached the palace, a single strong soldier clad in thick armour considerably different from the group who had so uninvitedly approached the palace stepped forward and halted the group from proceeding.

“Is this your mother? Is she the one you fight for? Would you die for her?”

"Why a child?" my father cried as the commander approached the quivering children. "I will volunteer!"

“I don’t want to lose another to this war. Your father's death was hard enough,” my mother sobbed in a weak, innocent voice. Before I am able to say anything, the king’s guards drag me

The group then set off at a brisk run , but Queen Kayley had to ride Ilsa because she was wearing heels and she could not run without breaking an ankle. Finally after dodging arrows and flying swords the reached King Dalton the third. He had the guards leave all of their weapons at the entrance so then there would be no way any harm could come to the King of the South. At last they arrived in the base for the enemies.

“Marcus,” the young boy with dark hair answers. He enters through the hole and takes a protective stance over his unconscious mother. His scarlet eyes are aflame. “You will not hurt her, no more!”

I enter the palace and call for my dad. I’m 19 years old. Yet still calling for my dad. He doesn’t call back. Then my mum rushes into the hallway. She’s crying. Tears dropping to the floor. She tells me what happened to my father. The news is too bad for me. He has passed away in the battle.

This morning, the king received word that a fire-snorting dragon was again terrorizing the countryside. It is scaring the people of his kingdom, and they want to leave their land. He summoned his legion of knights and advisors to the castle for a meeting.

Marvin was almost disgusted at how calm the woman was as she talked with him. In the meantime Marvin cradled his father in his arms, while fat, wet tears rolled down his face. When the ambulance finally got there Marvin knew that there was nothing they could do to save his father.

“Mama, what would you do if you were me? Help this man who destroyed our family?”

“We will be fine,” she promised someone’s father. “It isn’t the first time I started over. I have something more to fight for this time.”

They said that he was on his way. The battle ended sooner and he was coming to put down the riots. I order my people to block all the gates and corridors. They cannot give up…not when we are this far. He needs to know. He needs to know the flaws in his kingdom that the Royal Advisor has hidden from him with false reassurances. Ever since he had shown me his kingdom of Vita, the people became not just my subjects, but also my responsibility. I will never stop fighting for them, even if I have to go against him.

"May I see Lucille now?" he asks. The innkeeper gives him a tiny nod and says, "I don 't think she 'll know who you are, though." "She hasn 't opened her eyes since last night," he warns Cato. You can tell from the slight motion of her chest that she is clinging to an infirm thread of life, however, it could snap at any moment. "It 's such a shame. I know you made a special point to come here for her..." Another tear glides down the wife 's cheek. "Never mind, it 's fine." Cato tells.