The Sad King

    By adrianshlangman

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    17 Jan, 2025

    King LeBron wandered through the silent arena, his footsteps echoing against the cold stone. His crown sat heavy upon his head, a reminder of the burdens he carried.

    "How did it come to this?" he murmured, gazing at the empty court where he once dazzled his subjects with unparalleled skill and charisma.

    The Royal Sage, a figure draped in robes of deep indigo, stood before King LeBron.

    "Your Majesty, the prophecy speaks of a shadow that will steal joy and prowess, leaving behind only despair." The sage's voice was a gentle whisper, yet it carried the weight of truth.

    LeBron clenched his fists, his heart pounding with unease. "Is there nothing to be done?" he asked, his voice laced with desperation.

    LeBron followed the light, drawn to its ethereal glow. There, amidst the towering oaks, stood a mysterious figure whose eyes shone with wisdom.

    The Mysterious Sage held a staff that seemed to pulse with life. "You seek to reclaim what is lost," the sage spoke, their voice a harmonious blend of strength and serenity.

    "I will do whatever it takes," LeBron replied, hope kindling within him.

    The Mysterious Sage gestured to the runes. "To regain your joy, you must give up what you hold most dear," they explained, eyes fixed on LeBron.

    "Are you prepared to make such a sacrifice?" LeBron hesitated, the weight of the decision pressing down on him.

    "What do I hold most dear?" he asked, already knowing the answer lay deep within his heart.

    LeBron took a deep breath, the memories of his past victories and the love of his people flashing before his eyes. "I will make the sacrifice," he declared, stepping into the circle.

    The runes pulsed with energy, enveloping him in a warm, comforting glow.

    King LeBron stood at the center of the court, a new light in his eyes. The weight of the prophecy had lifted, replaced by a profound sense of peace.

    He had paid the price, but in doing so, had reclaimed the joy that once defined him. "Let us play," he called out, and the court erupted in applause, welcoming their king back to the game he loved.

    The Sad King

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    King LeBron wandered through the silent arena, his footsteps echoing against the cold stone. His crown sat heavy upon his head, a reminder of the burdens he carried. "How did it come to this?" he murmured, gazing at the empty court where he once dazzled his subjects with unparalleled skill and charisma.
    The Royal Sage, a figure draped in robes of deep indigo, stood before King LeBron. "Your Majesty, the prophecy speaks of a shadow that will steal joy and prowess, leaving behind only despair." The sage's voice was a gentle whisper, yet it carried the weight of truth. LeBron clenched his fists, his heart pounding with unease. "Is there nothing to be done?" he asked, his voice laced with desperation.
    LeBron followed the light, drawn to its ethereal glow. There, amidst the towering oaks, stood a mysterious figure whose eyes shone with wisdom. The Mysterious Sage held a staff that seemed to pulse with life. "You seek to reclaim what is lost," the sage spoke, their voice a harmonious blend of strength and serenity. "I will do whatever it takes," LeBron replied, hope kindling within him.
    The Mysterious Sage gestured to the runes. "To regain your joy, you must give up what you hold most dear," they explained, eyes fixed on LeBron. "Are you prepared to make such a sacrifice?" LeBron hesitated, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. "What do I hold most dear?" he asked, already knowing the answer lay deep within his heart.
    LeBron took a deep breath, the memories of his past victories and the love of his people flashing before his eyes. "I will make the sacrifice," he declared, stepping into the circle. The runes pulsed with energy, enveloping him in a warm, comforting glow.
    King LeBron stood at the center of the court, a new light in his eyes. The weight of the prophecy had lifted, replaced by a profound sense of peace. He had paid the price, but in doing so, had reclaimed the joy that once defined him. "Let us play," he called out, and the court erupted in applause, welcoming their king back to the game he loved.