All credits of this video go to a personal friend of mine Daisuke Aurora
I guess I should begin my explanation here, odd that this will be my final entry in this journal. I've kept it ever since I was a kid, but the odd thing was this journal was never just mine. Before my father left, he wrote here too and before him his father, and I really don't feel like pushing that any further, but I'm sure you'll get the idea. I plead with you, more than any other book, read this one and take it to heart, because unless something has changed, this too will be your path. That's why this journal is what it is, a record of those who came before you, for those who will come after. There are details here that may one day help you put an end to all this, but for now, we have no idea. My name is Seigilius Vireliusteus autem Giredania, but really my name is Seig Virelius, I'm not sure why, but our royal family has always found it more fit to drastically over complicate names. More to the point, because knowing this is my last message to you, I feel like I could go on for hours, days, months, I'd be exaggerating at years. There is still so much I want to teach you, but I'll have to leave that to your mother. Poor girl, she was actually fit to be queen, however, you'll come to learn that kings don't have the luxury of wives. It will make your old man sound like a young fool, but I wish I could have married, sex was a lot of fun. More so, I wish I could have known you for a while longer. Today is the day before my twenty-third birthday and you are but a mere five years. You resemble your mother more than me, but you'll grow and no doubt like me, have a magnificent beard.
As you get older I would like to leave you with a few last lessons that I will never be able to teach you. One, be happy, you will train hard, be pushed harder and sometimes that will boil over into rage and sadness, but you need to stay happy. The time you have isn't much and no grudge is worth losing what little time you have. Two, don't fear love. While we may not be allowed to marry, grow up as you would, love who you would, and understand that everything we do is for the love of the people. Three, be strong. Be immovable, be the wall at which your kingdom can hide behind, be the sword that thrusts against our enemies, be the light that will one day burn away the darkness. These people, they know of our destiny and of theirs and while they do not show it they are afraid. As my final act as your king and your father I give you a small but important gift, with your mother's aid, give yourself a name. In our kingdom it is tradition that this be your first act as the new king. Let no man, no demon, angel, or God, take that from you and if they so try, stand against them with everything you are. You are my son, my father's grandson, and our world's king. I am proud of you in whatever way you choose to live and know that your decisions belong to all kings.
I love you my son,
His hand lingered for a moment with the signing of his signature, clearly, he'd left far to much unsaid. But, he knew that, even as a King separated from his family the majority of the time the bond between them was unmistakable and it wasn't easy letting go. He laid his pen down on the table and with a quiet heaving sigh close the book, dust particles shown in the light when they were blasted from its pages, they floated for a moment before settling to their new home on dark mahogany wood. The legs of the chair scrapped against the floor as he stood and across the room a young maid and butler snapped from a relax attention to a more sharp one, he smiled and shook his head.
"There's no need from either of you, this just was harder than I expected." He pursed his lips into a half grin and let his weight rest on one leg while he peered out the window, slowly but surely composing himself for the events coming.
"If I may, sire..." A small voice from the maidservant crept up out of the silence in a commanding but comforting tone, "You're human, this was never meant to be easy for anyone, least of all you, you needn't justify yourself to us." She stepped forward during her snippet and then back again, the instincts of a mother were all to apparent, she had wanted to show comfort to someone in pain but recalled her place and thought it inappropriate.
IF I can at all help it, we'll make it back alive. All of us.
He blinked away a swelling of tears in his eyes and turned away from the warmth of the sun at the very least he'd see the boy one more time at the naming coronation at that was something, plus who could say no to the sheer amounts of food that the city would be presenting for the festival.
"Alright, I suppose its time to get ready." He stepped into a stride and made his away to different corners of the room, properly dressing himself, grooming, etc. The things he outright wouldn't allow his servants to do, The preparation would take some time but the Festival was one that pushed well on into the next day, but its beginning came tonight.
Just outside his bedroom window stalls had been erected and banners were slung from building to building welcoming all travelers, whether they had come to have their mettle tested, to cook amongst the greatest chefs, or just to enjoy and celebrate the High King and the Royal Family. Even the streets were already packed with merchants looking to sale their wares and the people were scuffling about trying to make sure everything was ready for all the attendees. This festival was easily their most important holiday, some even considering it sacred, although the King scoffed at the idea. The Young Prince was even found walking the streets with his mother and several guardians armed to the teeth. This day was special and there wasn't a soul who didn't treat it as such.
Finally, at the city gates that had been left ajar, albeit heavily guarded, for the incoming line of attendees and warriors, some had made their appearance even the oddly place centaur form outside the barrier, that one was going to a special attraction considering how rare it was to see them. For those who already arrived many of the homes and businesses had opened their doors free of charge, as was tradition.