Wednesday, February 19, 2014

100 Words a Day 551

“I put the shadow of my hand over this country! When I came to this place there was nothing, fractured tribes, no civilization, no learning!”

He stood up from his throne and held his gilded sword, the symbol of his rule, over his head; the people kowtowed before him.

“Where there was once nothing, now there are farms, cities, learning! Mothers no longer fear letting their daughters walk the streets on moonless nights. The specters of disease and famine loom no longer over these lands!”

He put his sword down and exhaled before continuing. “I demand so little in return.”

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