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i got the idea when i was thinking about how cliched most stories are, so i wanted to do the opposite. you can find a Harry Potter version of this on my fanfiction account. (same pen name)
A Choice Between Kings
She looked down at the bottle worn field. Her eyes were tired and her hair was spread limply across her back.
“So, it has come to this,” she said. Her voice rang through the air so both sides of the field could hear. To her left were the forces of light led by the good king.
The king’s face was worn and laced with battle scars and disfigurements. He rode an old, grey mule. His steed was standing at her complacently. The disfigured king looked at her longingly.
“Yes, now you must choose,” the good king told her. “Please make the right choice.”
Across the field, the evil king’s army stood. The evil king was handsome with a perfectly chiseled face and soft blonde hair. His magnificent stallion stood under him. The horse’s black coat shone and rippled with muscles. The evil king grinned maliciously.
“Yes, make the right choice,” the evil king laughed. He reached a pale, perfect hand to his face and flicked a strand of blonde out of his eyes. “Do you really want to give yourself selflessly to end up killed? Come, I will protect you.”
“No!” the good king shouted. “He wants you to be selfish, just like him. It will be your downfall, too. Come to us, we can fight together.”
The girl examined the kings closely. Carefully, she closed her eyes and thought about what both kings had said. She could go with the good king, be good and selfless and fight, knowing she would die. Or she could go with the evil king and be protected, be safe. She could be selfish and go with the handsome king with the beautiful horse. The choice was hard. But in the end, it all came down to her choice. Couldn’t it be about what she wanted? Finally she had her mind made up. She knew what she would do. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked resolutely at both kings.
“The choice is hard, to be selfless or selfish,” she began. Both sides of the field were silent. Not even the wolfs lying on a checkered picnic blanket made a noise. “Really, for me, the choice is between life and an uncertain death. I have given so much to the light. I gave everything. I was selfless. Now it’s my turn to be selfish. It’s my turn to do something for myself.” She smiled apologetically at the good king before making her way to the evil king. The handsome king smiled at her and pulled her onto his horse. She settled herself comfortably in front of him as he turned to gallop into the dark woods behind him.
As they galloped into the trees, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Good choice…”
