The Kingdom That Never Was : A #365daysofwriting.

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Sitting down with my grandma that still night, with the moon watching over us, shinning brighter, enough to rival the sun, grandma's voice was soft and each of her motion takes some minutes to come together, though it can't rival her wisdom and experience too. She kept on tilting the chair that goes no where, rocking it back and forth and fanning herself with an handcrafted hand fan, grandma coughed to begin her story, possibly it might be the ones we already knew, but the rule of moonlights tales says: when an elderly is narrating a story, and any of the kids knew it, you are not permitted to say such, because there might be someone who doesn't know. So you don't spoil the learning and fun. And granny opened her lips and said.

There once lived in the town of Kishuligi, a young prince who is the most favoured among all, his fame has crossed borders, the whole kingdom already have him at heart to make him king after the great passing of his father, and not long the king died, he left an instruction which looks very simple, whoever could find Barujeka, the first king on the throne who was said to have entered the ocean alive and knelt down with his staff of office in a rage in a suicide manner by drowning himself.

The quarrel he had with his wife made him do that and the knowledge of the palace guard sleeping with his wife. He just can't take it anymore for he himself has no child.

The prince with the backing of the town chiefs, set sail to the middle of the ocean and never returned for awhile. And from there, everything went down to chaos in the city for the council of elders have left, the neighboring town use loophole to claim so many lands and before the Prince could come back the whole kingdom has gone.

Grandma looked into our eyes if we got the messages embedded in the little she just said before she continues the story. The fact is, the dreamy sleepy of the night has start to take a toll on me, I was dozing already as I am just now writing this story. Good night Steemians.