Tough times
["Never underestimate the power of dreams, and the influence of the human spirit. We are all the same in this notion: the potential for greatness lives within each of us."
-Wilma Rudolph
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Gong!
Gong!
Gong!
An echo of cries from the gathered people rang around the cemetery. Hinrik watched as his father's casket was placed six feet underground.
He couldn't shed a tear. He felt drained and wanted nothing but for the day to end.
Hinrik had never felt so lonely in his life.
When his mother died, his father held his hand and promised to be by his side as his life allowed him.
"Mortality is a brief time, my son. I hope we can make it count and embrace each other in the afterlife."
The prince raised his gaze to the sky. The sun was shining brightly against the bluish sky. It almost hurt him to see that the weather was fine while everything around him wasn't.