A new life

The door opened and maids, butlers, and all of sorts came rushing in

In the front was a woman with golden hair, dressed in the most graceful dress.

I have seen her before, a princess by the side of the king

Yet, she bowed towards me

"Why do you bow to me, princess? I do not deserve such honor."

"You hold the sword of the king, your aura is of the king, you are the king."

I looked down at them and the blue holy sword.

"In the end, I wasn't able to pull the sword. I am not your king."

She shook her head. "You appeared here in a dazzling light, to which I can only imagine that to be the light of heavens in the prophecy.Sleeping with the sword in hand."

I determinedly shook my head "But I am not the King, nor am I worthy".

"...Please hand me the sword then."

Grasping at the hilt, now firm in hand ready to give it away

"Gasp!"

Bewildered I tried to perceive the reason for all their surprise

"That is proof you are king. No one can hold up that sword. We have tried but it's weight overwhelms even the strongest of knights"

I look at the blue sword with it's golden lines capturing it's silhouette

With a resolute heart

"I won't become king."