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Post by Skylar balbadd on May 29, 2013 1:22:36 GMT -5
Balbadd. Too many words to describe, too many scenes to narrow it down, and one too many thoughts on what to think of this place. He had grown up there, played there, laughed there, and cried there over the course of his very short life. Being a prince came with a lot of responsibility, even now that the country was seeing a shift away from the monarchy. For the most part, it was all said and done. The monarchy was technically a thing of the past; but how could people so simply let go of the figures and notables which had been a part of their lives for so long? At the same time, how were people in those positions supposed to just walk away?
Granted, it was easier for some then others. Those who spent most of their lives as leaders, who only now saw the shift to democracy as elders, were okay with it, or at least relatively okay with it. As they had grown old, their wisdom taught many of them what they needed to know and the value of democracy. Many were upset, much like most of Skylar's family, who deep down hated the idea of no longer having the power in their hands, the way they used to. But Sky was somewhat different. He was younger, grew up not caring for the political power in his hands, and lived more as a leader, rather than a monarch. The young man felt differently about his obligations to his people, and was lucky enough to understand that this was best for the people while respecting that deep down.
Now Skylar sat on the edge of a fountain, just outside the capital building. The area was technically not designated for royalty, or part of the palace, but most of the people who lived there and around the castle were high-society types, so to speak. The young recipient of dragon lacrima sat alone, though there were guards not far away where the streets interconnected. The young man remained sitting alone, as his mind was fixed on topics outside of his control.
The people around him all seemed quite normal, for as few of them as there were in the area. Most people had gone to the market place at this time. The change from monarchy to democracy had also led to a surplus in trade goods, which translated into lower prices to accommodate the increase in supply. Regardless, as the young prince sat alone, he realized very soon that while most had made their way to the market, a few had remained outside of it. While not the most entertaining venue, it seemed that as time went on, more and more people tried to escape the commotion of the market, by seeking out the peace near the palace, where they would brag about the wares they found inside.
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