Chapter 1: The Fall of the King
Once, there was a king. A builder of the “Crucible” kingdom. A man whose name became legend, whispered in the halls of warriors and scrawled across the banners of the strong. He forged an empire of movement, one that promised strength to those who sought it. And for a time, it flourished.
But power is fragile.
One day, standing upon his balcony, the king spoke. A single proclamation, carried on the wind, meant to be clever, meant to be bold. But many of the people did not cheer. They did not nod in approval. Instead, a hush fell upon the land—then a murmur, then an uproar.
Some of the people turned their backs.
The king, once unshaken, now stood at the edge of his own creation, watching as the walls he built no longer felt welcoming to him.
In his corner was Lady Malvera.
She had been there through it all—watching, whispering, guiding his steps through the shadows. She was striking, commanding, with a mind as sharp as a blade and an ambition that knew no bounds. But beneath the allure of intelligence lay someone quite ruthless.
And when the king, weary and battle-worn, chose to step down—to sell his kingdom to another—she walked beside him.
But Malvera did not forget.
She watched as the new rulers took the throne. She watched as the people moved forward without him. And she seethed.
So the king and Malvera built something new. A temple of truth, they called it—the “Order of the Fractured Truth.” A place where the broken could be mended, where the deceptions of the world could be unraveled. And within these initial walls, there was wisdom that sought to unveil the flaws in the way things had always been done.
But Malvera? She seemed determined not to rest until the empire that cast them out crumbled to dust.
Chapter 2: The Whispered War
The fall of the king was not enough for Lady Malvera. The new rulers sat upon the throne, the banners still waved, but she saw only betrayal.
At every opportunity, Malvera spoke of the new regime with disdain—though never openly. To their faces, she was composed, even cordial, pretending to accept their rule with measured grace. But behind closed doors, she seethed. She sowed doubt in the ears of those who would listen, whispering of its corruption, its weakness, its inevitable collapse. She did not simply wish to see it falter—she longed to see it burn—to reduce it to embers and watch the wind scatter its remains. She wanted not just its downfall, but its utter erasure, a scorched earth where nothing could rise again.
And then, she came to The Watcher.
A proposition, wrapped in silk but dripping with venom. A sum of gold, vast enough to silence the strongest voices. But The Watcher was not the only one. There was no telling how many others Malvera had approached, how many she had sought to buy, how many she had tried to sway into silence with the weight of her coin. The offer was simple: never speak of the kingdom again. Never utter its name, never carve its crest into the walls, never let the world remember its existence. Her words were smooth, but her intent was clear. She was no merchant of honor—she was an architect of erasure, a force determined to see the kingdom buried beneath the weight of her will.
Meanwhile, she set her sights on something greater—a new empire, a rival to the one she once served. Maybe because the other method wasn’t working? Who knows. Under the “Order of the Fractured Truth,” she created “Obscura.”
To the world, it was something new, something bold. But beneath the banners and the empty proclamations, it was nothing more than what had always been.
Chapter 3: The Illusion of Power
Her “Obscura” kingdom was now built. Malvera, ever the architect, fashioned a new empire from the ashes. Perhaps, in the beginning, it was meant for good. Perhaps the knowledge she wielded was sound. But wrapped in secrecy and nonsense, guarded by golden keys and whispered invitations, it became something else entirely. “Exclusive… very exclusive,” she would murmur as people crossed over the threshold.
When the rest of the “Crucible” kingdom thought of health, of strength, of wisdom, they were seeking something open, clear, and available to all who wished to listen. But Malvera did not build for all—she built for the few. The chosen. The ones deemed worthy by standards only she set. It was not a kingdom; it was an illusion of importance, a mirage of exclusivity meant to dazzle those who longed to belong.
And so, the smoke and mirrors rose higher.
Still, she paraded through the lands, boasting of the great following she had amassed, proclaiming the number of banners now flying under her rule. But the people listened carefully, and the wise among them (like The Watcher) asked—what, exactly, was being offered? What knowledge was new? What secrets had been unlocked?
And the answer was always the same.
Nothing.
The knowledge was already there, the path already known. No new wisdom had been revealed, no grand discovery unearthed. Only a circle of secrecy and a veil of mystery.
Chapter 4: The Legacy
The “Crucible” kingdom that once stood may have changed hands, but its foundation remains unshaken. What the king built—the knowledge he shared, the lives he changed—will outlast time itself. For those who admired him, for those whose paths were forever altered by his creation, his legacy will never fade.
The Watcher was one of these people.
What he created did more than forge warriors; it saved lives. The Watcher included. For that, they will always hold gratitude. His generosity in spreading knowledge, his willingness to teach, to open the gates to all who sought strength—those are the things that endure. Those are the things that matter.
But Malvera?
No.
The path she walks is not one The Watcher can follow. Because trust cannot be demanded—it must be earned. And where there is a relentless thirst for destruction, there can be no trust.
As for the king—The Watcher can only hope he has found his way. That beyond the battles, beyond the noise, he has carved a new path, one of peace and purpose.
What beautiful allegory. Loved it Athena. It’s so applicable to us and what we choose. Are we a part of the solution or the problem. Building or breaking down.
*wink*.