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BEASTLY CROWN

BOLD, BRIEF, RESOUNDING TALE

Once, in a realm where the tangible danced with the ethereal, there lived a prince whose arrogance eclipsed the grandeur of his kingdom. Prince Aric, born into opulence and authority, viewed the crown as his beast of burden, a mere adornment that granted him dominion over others.


The kingdom thrived, but whispers of discontent rustled through its gilded corridors. Aric’s pride blinded him to the plight of his subjects, their needs as distant to him as the stars above. His rule was just but cold, his judgments fair but void of compassion.


At twilight, as the heavens were brushed with a royal palette, a beggar woman in ragged attire made her way to the castle’s threshold. She beseeched an encounter with the prince, bartering a mysterious offering for a night’s refuge. Aric, piqued by the stranger’s daring proposition, allowed her audience. With deliberate care, she reached into her worn satchel and disclosed an enigmatic crown, a fusion of serpentine roots and shimmering spines – known as the Beastly Crown.


“This crown,” she intoned, “shall be your tutor. Wear it, and learn the lessons you’ve neglected in your reign.”


Scoffing at the gift, Aric donned the crown. When the twisted thorns landed, a wild magic surge coursed through him, and darkness swallowed his vision.


When he awoke, the prince found himself in an unfamiliar realm, a labyrinth of whispering trees and shifting shadows. Once adorned with rings, his hands were now cloaked in fur, his royal garments replaced by a pelt of umber and ember. Aric was no longer a man but a beast, powerful and untamed.

With each sunrise, the form changed—a wolf, a bear, a falcon—each guise teaching him a lesson. As a wolf, he learned the harshness of power, the weight of leadership carried not on gilded shoulders but on aching limbs and through the cold of unforgiving winters.


As a bear, he faced the humility of being feared and misunderstood. His once-commanding voice was now a roar that scattered the weak and rallied none. He understood the solitude of those who cowered in the shadow of unbridled strength, his presence a once comforting, now terrifying force.


In the eyes of a falcon soaring above the realm, he saw the interconnectedness of all things, the delicate weave of his kingdom, and the repercussions of every decision made upon his lofty throne.

The crown, unforgiving in its teachings, stripped him of his vanity, revealing the core of his spirit—a spirit that had languished under the weight of his royal lineage.


One day, as the prince, in the form of a majestic stallion, galloped across a meadow, he encountered a lost and weeping child. Aric approached, and though he expected the child to flee in terror, the lad looked into the stallion’s eyes and saw a kindness there that drew him close.


The prince carried the boy upon his back, searching for a way home. As they traveled, the child spoke of his life, hopes, and love for the land. Aric listened, a privilege he had never afforded his subjects, and a warmth kindled in his chest.


They found the village, and as the boy slid from Aric’s back, he whispered, “Thank you, noble beast. You have the heart of a true prince.”


In that moment, the magic waned, and Aric stood before his people, not as a beast, but as a man, the Beastly Crown falling from his head. He was changed, not in form but in essence. The lessons had reshaped him, carving out the arrogance and planting the seeds of empathy.


Prince Aric returned to his throne, but his crown felt different. It was no longer a burden but a responsibility—a commitment to serve and to cherish his people.


In songs and tales, he was called “Beastly Crown,” a prince who navigated the mystical realm of self-discovery to emerge as a king of beasts in form but a man of the people in the heart.


And so, the kingdom prospered, not only in wealth but in spirit, for they were led by a ruler who had been both the beast and the noble, who ruled not from a throne of isolation but from among his kin, his crown no longer beastly, but a symbol of true nobility.



 

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