Ode to a monarch

As the group left the boats in good spirits after such great battles, the crowd was thick, and happy to be on the mainland. The crowds began to thin, no one could see Athebryn. Ameiko, with a trained eye for hats, having travelled with him so long, eventually spots his, and rushes over to see what mischief he is up to.

Upon approching, she realises it’s his hat but not him, furious she charges up to retrieve the hat from the theiving gnome;
“Are you Ameiko?”
“Um, yes…”
“Golly, he wasn’t wrong, you sure are purdy.” The gnome took Athebryn’s hat off and hands it to her along with a note.

She unravels the note…

My fair princess,
The time has come,
The joy we’ve had,
Second to none.
Tears of honey,
And breaths of sun,
Will stain our hearts,
A memory ever on.

There are never endings,
Just new beginnings,
A chance for life,
A chance for love,
Take a chance, little dove

Of knicks and knacks,
A home was made,
Of trials and danger,
A fear did fade.
A gnome’s heart grew,
To man’s accolade,
His roots forgotten,
A new path to wade.

There are never endings,
Just new beginnings,
A chance for life,
A chance for love,
Take a chance, little dove

A wondrous rod,
Came into hand,
A big hearted gnome,
Missed his homeland.
His man-made love,
For a monarch’s demand,
Unveiled itself,
The foolish plan.

There are never endings,
Just new beginnings,
A chance for life,
A chance for love,
Take a chance, little dove

Burning beneath the skin,
A fate, a scion mark,
Defies the nature, the fey,
An adventuring clark?
The gnome thought not,
“No ancestors’ bookmark,
I am the scribe, not script,
A story, I will embark”

There is just one ending,
love of a Humanling,
A farce gnome life,
I go, my dove,
May you start, remember love.

P.S. Keep the hat, classify this as the monarch’s first Tresurary, donated by the family of Gnobwinkle.

As she reads the note, she hears a very faint piped tune… she quickly realises it’s the tune to the song on the note, it’s such a happy tune, but she can’t tell where it is coming from.

As a tear runs down her cheek and hits the ground; Shelalu is quickly by her side… “What’s wrong? And why is Athebryn on top of that giant white bird up there?”

Ameiko looks up, to see Athebryn, she catches his eye and he stops playing, gives a goofy smile and wave, speeds off on the bird, his green hair fluttering free in the wind.

“He’s going on an adventure.” Ameiko replies.

Shelalu starts to tear up and embraces Ameiko, “Good, I never liked him anyway.”

Ode to a monarch

Adelaide Jade Regent Ribeena