Some Princes Don't Become Kings

Oh, my tongue's the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart A key difference between things that happen in stories and things that happen in life: stories mean something. The prince wins because he is brave. Because valor is a virtue. The princess lives because she was kind. Because all children should be kind to one another. The wizard is defeated because he was cruel. The old king dies because he was too greedy. On and on. There is an order to it. A sort of justice. But here is something true: The prince did all he had to do, was very brave, was very clever, was very selfless. Something else: His kingdom fell into the sea. And one last thing: The only creature he loved at all disappeared. Korri was feeling particularly gloomy. He rarely allowed such things to affect his demeanor, but the feeling shone through on this cold and colorless day. Korri was himself a stray burst of sunlight atop one of Halyven's broken buildings. High up. His wings half-folded at his sides, eyes scouring the landscape before him. A wind with teeth sang up and rattled his feathers, but he ignored it. He was searching: searching with grave intensity. Attempting to plan his next move. He could not believe his raven lost. Could not, because she could not be.... He would die before losing her. And on this particular day, maybe he contemplated the consequences of this deeply held belief more rigorously than he usually did. What if he never found her? What if — He sighed, his breath a phantom carried off by the wind. "What the fuck," he hissed to himself, and turned his attention to the streets below.

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