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If anyone needs to say that they have more wealth than someone else, it's probably not true.

Just saying.

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Happy New Year, everyone.

Chalk it up to feeling just a bit antsy with the current "situation" looming over the island, but I'm curious; What are some of your New Year's resolutions?

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{It had been a long while since Persephone had stepped foot outside the Underworld. After her interference with the escape of Vengeance Jones from the Mask Maker, she had needed to lay low so as not to incur the wrath of the laws of balance. Unfortunately this had delayed quite a few visits she had dearly wished to make.

Thankfully, her restrictions were relaxed once again. Now the Queen could finally make the visit she had been wanting the most. Her favorite escapee, the Gilded King Midas. It had been a very long time since they had last spoken, and she had been happily watching him grow in the time since his escape from her husband.

With her little wraith-like daughter on her hip, Persephone stepped out of a spring-scented shower of ichor dust on the shore beside the moored Marigold. The name brought the King's own first daughter to her mind, and a sad smile flickered across her face before she turned to the rather startled guard nearby.}

Tell your master that the Queen requests an audience with his Majesty, child.

@goddess-of-elysium

{The guard's immediate instinct had been to point his weapon at any trespasser who'd appear on property. Thankfully, as one of Midas' men who actually did their job and studied the verified ally files, his gun had been lowered upon recognition of the Goddess before she had even turned to him. Startled indeed despite that, the man briefly danced between both feet, mentally stun-locked between the decision to kneel in respect or do what was requested of him. Getting a hold of himself after what was probably an amusing couple of seconds to Persephone, this guard finally tapped his earpiece to relay her arrival. Confirmation and direction must have come immediately, as the very next thing to come was a bow of his head and gesture of his arm to walk the Queen of the Underworld and her child up the yacht's ramp.

As for the Gilded King himself, Midas was already out of his office and hurriedly making his way across the walkways to meet them on deck. In him was a flurry of emotions, anxiety not the smallest of them. Persephone had been an invaluable ally in his return to the living. More so than that, she had been his sole visitor during his incarceration. She'd provided him a tremendous kindness; Conversation. Pleasantries exchanged during a time he truly had nothing else (including the energy to contribute much of the time). She'd made visits to him even after her husband had forbid it. Covertly coming to him for just a few words did more for him than could ever be explained. His sanity hinged on those talks once his own memories had become harder to hold onto. He owed her far more than he'd given thus far. He knew this, but had avoided a visit until now anyway. While the Goddess of Spring was his friend, she was also the Queen of the Underworld. Hades was still her husband, and although the creator of his own personal hell was no longer on his heels, Midas had no desire to be any closer to him than was forced by existing in the same reality. Despite knowing there was an open invitation, and that Persephone would certainly assure Hades would not be present, the thought of a visit still made fear claw into his soul.

That same fear was present now, causing his heart to hammer faster with every step towards the deck. The King chastised himself for being ridiculous, needing to pause inside the atrium to take a breath, but it did nothing to quell the feeling.

However, once he stepped outside and saw Persephone herself, he was surprised to find it vanished. He had thought that laying eyes on her would only bring back a slew of memories from his time held prisoner, but instead the only thing he could think of was her kindness to him. So relived that there was almost a lump forming in his throat, how truly glad he was to see her only made his choice to keep his distance all the more frustrating. Oh well, nothing to do about that now. Instead, he would do what he could to make her feel welcome.

He approached with a grateful nod to the guard to dismiss him, and a smile he hopped reflected his delight in seeing Persephone again after too long.}

χαῖρε, Περσεφόνη. It is truly wonderful to see you.

{His greeting would normally be used in prayer, and he used it somewhat humorously, but the bow of his head to her and kiss to her hand was nothing but sincere. It was then that he noticed the rather ghostly figure peaking at him from around Persephone's hip with wide, night-dark purple eyes, all white from head to toe besides. Midas returned the odd child's look with a tilt to his head and a small chuckle.}

Hello to you as well, little wisp.

{Unaware that Persephone had a child, and seeing that this little girl looked to be around five years old, Midas assumed that she had perhaps been a lost spirit. Kindness in taking such a soul in was something he'd expect of the Goddess, after all.}

Might I ask first who's come along with you, my friend?

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So, it's been a year already, hm?

Certainly, a lot has happened since being convinced by my daughter to make an account on this site. Intended merely to expand my social reach, I believe it has resulted in far more than that (for better or worse).

One of a handful of things I do not regret, creating a presence here brought new friendships to me, has allowed me to start mending a couple long-standing tensions, and far from the least of it all, it lead me to Valeria.

I still owe my life to her for making my return possible, just as much to my Crew--My Family, for risking themselves to rescue me when I did not deserve so much as their sympathy.

While being here has also put me in the path of a few I'd rather have avoided, I believe the good outweighs the bad with this little blog. Here's to the future of however much longer I remain here, and to those of you who have lent to a positive experience on this website.

((HEY HI, MUN SNIPPY'S TURN UNDER THE READ MORE!!!))

Wow uh, a whole year has passed. Already, indeed. Excuse me for getting sappy for a bit, but I really can't avoid it. Lots of feelings to express.

At risk of sounding dramatic, making this silly little RP blog for a new interest of mine in the spur of the moment really did change my life. All for the better.

For starters, my writing and artwork have both improved with the amount of motivation having this blog gave me to work. The value in the time spent on projects for King (even the ones I have never posted), and the experience gained from them can't be understated..

However, there are other things he's given me that I cherish far more than that.

I have made so many friends here (and in the FN community by extension). All of whom play(ed) a part in making being here so fun and engaging for me, and all I will appreciate forever regardless of if they are even in the RP space or not.

There are three in particular who have become as close to me as friends ever have. The muns for @valeria-fortnite and @kado-fortnite, Max and Wil, and our favorite fic writer Pepper of @dr-pepperrrr who we met just a touch later, all very quickly became people who's friendship means the entire world to me. I don't think I could ever properly explain just how much, but there has not been a single day that's gone by where we haven't talked. Their presence in my life, their encouragement in everything I do, their care, their advice, their affections and their humor have all been a large part of what's made the last year so wonderful for me in spite of my fair share of troubles.

Despite being states and even a country away, I truly and honestly do not know where/how I'd be without them. As much a part of me as even my husband and my brother are, I love you guys so, so much.

I'm so glad that I slapped down the little voice in my head that tried to stop me from reengaging in an old hobby for fear of embarrassment to make this RP blog so I could meet three of my best friends, and so I could truly feel good and excited about engaging with, and creating for, a hyperfixation shared.

Making this blog has done so much for my mental health. Even when I'm old and wrinkly, muttering about hearing a chest nearby in the retirement home, I know I'll always think positively of being here.

Thank you, everyone who has been here to read what I have written. Midas, King specifically, feels just as much mine at this point as any OC I have created (if not more so). It means a lot to me that even a single person cares at all about my ideas for the Fortnite Golden Guy.

On that note, because it has been a year and a lot has happened both on this blog and in the Discord space, with a lot of growth/change to his character, I intend to make a timeline of sorts that will be in King's pinned post. A quick way to access everything that's happened if not just for my own sanity.

But anyway, before I go on too long.

As King said, here's to the future!! Even if my fixation on this guy shrivels and fades to dust in the next few weeks as per the fickle nature of ADHD and the 'tism, I will never regret making this blog.

Sincerely and honestly, from the absolute bottom of my very full heart, thank you all for having fun here with me. I wish the best for every single person who's made this whole year so special. 💛💛💛

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[Midas' head swam with a flurry of voices that refused to leave him alone. He had not slept much in days, at war with himself and the shades over Evie's actions. All while memories he tried to grasp from his earlier dream kept slipping away from him.

He was trying to handle this himself. He'd only just faced the most literal example of his problems being placed on another, making it that much harder for him to accept that talking to anyone about what troubled him would help. He stayed away from everyone as much as he could, the working day and very late nights spent in his office, alone. However, the longer this went on, the more out of hand it was becoming.

The lack of sleep made it harder to think clearly. This brain fog made it easier for the shades to dominate his senses. The King's constant anger at their chides and goading made that anger be the only emotion he really could feel.

Being in this state of mind terrified him.

Midas felt as though he were standing on the edge of a hill he'd tried so hard to climb. At risk of back-slidding and undoing whatever progress he could claim, all because one person found out how much he'd kept hidden. Because one person had felt everything he'd tried to control, any fragile sense of that control had unraveled in an instant.

He needed help. He knew he couldn't do this on his own, or he'd lose. He'd default to what was easier and let anger take control as it had at so many other regretful points in his life.

Midas moved from his desk before doubt could delay him further. He made his way down and across the Marigold's atrium with one person on his mind. She'd understand, she knew what it was like to be fighting with yourself, to have a mind upended, and she knew him.

Valeria was standing at the bookshelves they had set up in the yacht's lounge. With a mix of some of her collection, the King's, and contributions from the other members of the crew, the whole back wall had been filled. Valeria's idea, the modest little library held a piece of everyone on the team.

The shades hissed their hatred for the King as he stepped closer, falling suddenly quiet when Midas finally slipped his arms around Valeria's waist while resting his exhausted head on her shoulder. The shades always seemed to back down in her presence, especially since leaving Helios. Even though he didn't think it was possible, it was as though they were afraid she'd hear them.

The only sleep he'd gotten was when with her, but he hadn't wanted to be dependent on her company. That fear of making someone else share his burdens, along with an ever-lingering stubbornness and pride secluded him to his office, only allowing himself to to join her shortly before the sun came up. With this moment of respite and silence in his head, it felt stupid now to have stayed away for days. Not to mention selfish. He knew she had her own troubles that made sleeping alone difficult (if not entirely impossible).

He took a moment to breathe, Valeria's warmth and her scent of fire and cinnamon seeping through the tension in his every muscle.]

"I am sorry for being so distant the last few days, Valeria..."

[Midas spoke quietly, voice coated in fatigue,]

"There's a lot I need to tell you, and I need your advice, αγάπη μου."

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I always find out. @agent-jonesy

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Curse Time

There’s a harsh rumble that is felt through the ocean and along the deck of the ship before a bright light blinds you. When you open your eyes, you’re standing in front of an open window that is a few stories high, overlooking an ancient city you know no longer exists.

For just one hour, you can explore the place you used to call home when you ruled it as a King.

King Midas blinked several times through cloudy vision as the city came into view. Someone's voice from far away was just starting to grow more audible. They were saying his name, a woman. She sounded concerned.

"Midas! My love, what's wrong with you?"

His vision finally cleared. The woman was standing in front of him, a hand on his shoulder while her other palm was pressed to his forehead. She fretted over him while he could only focus on the long dark hair that sat tied up on her head, weaved into braids by strings of green ribbon. Her arms and fingers were decorated with gold bands, a white and green gown over her body with a gold clasp holding it together over her shoulder. Her skin was a lively tan, speckled with freckles, and her face...Kind, emerald green eyes with an intensity behind them that read to him as a wisdom beyond her years.

"Damodice..." The name of his queen slipped past his lips before he was fully aware he had remembered it. Seeing her face had dredged it up from the depth of his ancient mind.

She took both of his shoulders then, concern lacing every beautiful feature, "Midas, please. You're scaring me. You stopped speaking in the middle of your sentence. You've been standing here in silence--"

She was cut off as he pulled her into his arms, his face burying into her shoulder. His voice broke on barely a whisper, but there were no tears. His mind had not fully caught up, "Damodice, I'm so sorry."

She didn't say anything at first, wrapping cautious arms around him, too. Fingers carded in his long hair, she gently shushed as the King began trembling in her embrace, "It's alright. Tell me what's wrong, my darling."

Midas clamped his mouth shut. He hadn't a single idea what to tell her. She allowed him time to breathe, which he took gratefully. After a long moment, he straightened from her. Both of his hands, warm and unladen with gold, cupped her face. He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, whispering against her skin, "I'm sorry, I did not mean to scare you. Merely light-headed."

"You do not sleep enough." She replied.

Some things never change, "I know, my love."

Midas pressed another kiss to her forehead as he tried his best to take stock of how he got where he was. He'd been in the atrium of the yacht, talking with Valeria while Tina, Brutus and Marigold stood chatting on the stairs. They'd all felt a rumble beneath the ship, there was a flash, and he'd heard a voice. Undoubtedly another curse. This one had sent him two thousand years into his past. It had sent him Home. It told him how long he had. How long was it? How much time did he have to--

"Where is our daughter?" The question again left him before he was even conscious of asking it.

Damodice hummed, having relaxed into his arms with her head resting against his neck, "ζωή is supposed to be in lesson, but I'm sure she's found a way to escape. Probably sitting out in the garden."

ζωή. The name that only he and Damodice had called their little girl. It meant life. He had forgotten, and this broke his heart.

"I'm going to go see her." He spoke carefully, trying not to allow any of the desperation he felt into his voice.

Damodice nodded and took a step back to allow him to pass, "Are you sure you're alright, Midas?"

"Yes." He lied before kissing her once more.

His lips lingered against hers until she pulled back with a little laugh and playful push to his shoulder, "Okay, okay. Go see your sunshine."

Midas took a second to truly take in her features, committing each to a more recent memory that he hoped to carry back with him. He smiled as he turned from her with hurried steps over stone floors.

"I love you, my king!" His queen called to him.

He stopped to look over his shoulder, "I love you, Damodice."

--

Marigold was where his wife said she would be. She sat out in the garden, her small frame crouched down while she stared hard down at a butterfly that seemed unaware of her analyzing gaze.

Her hair was as dark as her mother's, free falling over her at a length almost as long as she was tall. The ends touched the grass where she knelt.

Midas had stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. Immediately, there was a seize in his chest, an immovable lump in his throat. She was so, so small. And so alive. At six years old, he knew with tremendous anguish that she wouldn't be for much longer. There were not many days of her precious life left before he would take everything away from her.

Midas could not bring himself to speak. He had not laid eyes on her face outside of night terrors and disturbing dreams in two thousand years. He didn't know if he could take her eyes on him.

However, the decision was made for him when the butterfly took flight off the blades of grass and flit towards him. Marigold followed its path up and over her head, spinning around on her heels as large, golden eyes met with his.

His daughter’s eyes filled with joy as she ran to her father, while his own blurred with tears. He knelt down just as she reached him, crashing against his chest with small arms thrown around his neck, "Papa! That butterfly was blue, did you see? Like the sky!"

"I did, blue like the sky." He said, breathless as the air in his lungs started to feel like the sea. He hugged his daughter close, "My beautiful girl, my world..."

Midas began to sob in earnest, his knelt position falling to both knees while he held onto his child as if she were a lifeline. Marigold, confused and concerned, gripped the fabric of his gown with small fingers. Her tone came out so similar to her mother's, wiser than her few years, "What's wrong?"

Midas couldn't answer, once again at a loss as to what he'd even say. He simply cried while he held her. Minutes passed before she shifted in his arms, and he let her go. But she didn't leave, Marigold only took a step back enough to look him in the eyes. Hers were pricked with concerned tears of her own, but she reached forward with two small hands, and wiped her father's from his cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" She asked in a stern whisper.

"I..." Despite everything, Midas smiled, "I just missed you. So, so much."

"You're being silly," She said with a careful little giggle, "I just saw you this morning! Before lesson."

"Before lesson...I know, but," He took both of his daughter’s hands in his own, "There is just never enough time."

She hummed as if considering what he said.

Midas gave an airy chuckle, "Come here, my sunshine."

He brought her into his arms again. Marigold again wrapped hers securely around his neck and laughed as he easily lifted her up and stood from the ground.

--

He took his time walking through the open air halls, Marigold happily sitting up on his arm. Statues of different Gods stood between marble columns. As they passed each one, Midas would nod his head to them and ask, "Who's that one?"

His daughter answered enthusiastically, "Aphrodite! Artemis! Poseidon!"

As they passed a statue of Zeus, Midas kept up the game, but Marigold's face turned stern. She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly looking a lot like he imagined her mother did when scolding her for not going to lessons.

"You really don't know?" She asked.

Midas nearly laughed before struggling to hold his expression in mock-ignorance, "I must have forgotten. You know so much, can't you help me?"

"I suppose..." She narrowed her eyes at him in such a way that made holding back his laugh even harder. Then she sighed and papped her palm to his forehead, "But the King should know these things."

"Ah, but a king is blind without his sunshine." He said with a smile, bowing his head against her hand, "You are a most gracious princess."

That seemed to satisfy her need to discipline, and she smiled again, "That's Zeus. He's the leader. A king, like you!"

Midas laughed, and they continued on. He didn't care to spend any time thinking about how his impression of all these Gods would change over time. They weren't what was important. Though, the last statue was of Hades. He was depicted with a far more friendly appearance than he had come to know. Long robes like the one Midas wore now, rather than leather. No mask, laying bare a face that rested in a neutral sort of approachable.

Midas hadn't continued their game, stuck looking at the statue for a moment before Marigold papped his forehead once more, "Do you know that one?"

He exhaled a single laugh, "Yes. That's Hades, God of the underworld."

"Correct, you passed!" She exclaimed with both hands thrown above her head.

Midas smiled and brought her in to kiss her cheek. He was passively relieved that Dionysus hadn't been deemed important enough for his own statue in this hallway.

The two of them rounded a corner to enter the palace proper, and Damodice had been walking to meet them. Midas warmed at the sight of her while Marigold beamed and shouted, "Mama!! Papa forgot all the Godses names! But don't worry, I helped him remember."

"Is that so?" His queen laughed as they met, and she stepped to give Midas a kiss.

"Mhm!" Marigold nodded fast, "He said a King is blind without light."

"Without sunshine," He gently corrected, "Without you, princess."

"A princess can only help when she goes to lessons to learn." Damodice said, at first looking to Marigold with arms crossed, but then to Midas with an equally chastising look. He grinned at just how accurate his daughter's imitation had been.

Marigold groaned, "Papa, tell her how smart you said I am."

"The smartest in the kingdom." He answered with a smile to his daughter, but also a knowing nod to his wife, "But, your mother is right. You can only stay the smartest while constantly learning, ζωή."

A louder groan from Marigold, and she went limp in his arms. Midas laughed as he quickly had to adjust to make sure she didn't fall, "Ah, the drama! I'm not taking you back now, princess."

"You're not?" The two girls asked at the same time, one obviously more excited than the other. Midas looked between them before pulling Damodice to him with his free arm. He held both his queen and his princess in an affectionate embrace.

"I'm leveraging my authority to spend some time with my family." Midas whispered with his nose nestled into Damodice's hair. She smelled of the spices he remembered she'd carefully tended to. Her planters would be hung around the windows in their palace bedroom. Many memories of this place were coming back to him. He hoped to the Gods that he'd be allowed to carry them back when the Zero Point stole him again.

He heard Marigold giggle excitedly, bouncing in his arm while Damodice let out a resigned sigh. She wrapped an arm around the King's, smiling up at him in a sardonic sort of way, "I suppose that's fine. You really shouldn't make a habit of this abuse of power, you know."

"I know." He replied with a smile on his face so soft it seemed to strike his queen as unusual. She stared at him with a slight tilt to her head.

Damodice opened her mouth to speak when Marigold interjected with a tug to her father's ear, "Can we go back outside? I want to show Mama the blue butterfly."

Looking to her for approval, Damodice nodded with another smile. Midas turned and led the way back where they came. The weight of his daughter in an arm once again his own was something he knew would never fatigue him. He allowed the feeling of Damodice holding his other as they walked to soak through him. He knew they had little time, but he would do everything he could to enjoy being with them for as long as he could.

---

They'd gotten back to the garden, Marigold having demanded to be put down to find the butterfly. Midas and Damodice sat together on a stone bench to watch as she bounced through the grass like a cat after mice. There were several butterflies, but none the right color, and she moved on from them with dismissive huffs.

Midas' eyes were locked onto her. He’d have liked to keep her in his lap while his family sat together, but it was better this way. Watching her do what brought her joy for the first time in two millenia was a true gift.

Damodice's voice and her hand on his shoulder drew his gaze to her, "Midas, I apologize for repeating myself, but...Are you alright? You haven't seemed yourself this afternoon. Did something happen at your meeting this morning with the stratigos? Is there something I should know?"

Midas knew he could not let silence linger to fuel her worry. He turned to her and held her hand, bringing her knuckles up for a kiss, "No, my love. Everything's fine, I promise." He briefly paused, looking back out to Marigold. Internal conflict raged inside his mind.

He could not tell her. He wouldn't know where to start. Nothing he could say would make sense. She would only believe that he'd lost his mind and that her king was lost to her. As well, he did not know for certain that attempting to warn her and stop his horrific mistake wouldn't cause whatever it was that put him here to punish them in some way. However…what kind of monster was he to not try? How could he sit here and enjoy their company while doing nothing to prevent the atrocity he’d commit? How far into the pits of selfishness could one man descend to, to have the audacity to bask in the love of a life that he destroyed? This conflict made his body burn and his chest ache, though he did not show it on his face.

"I'm just tired, αγάπη μου." He smiled, a placid look to his features that she seemed satisfied with.

The two of them heard Marigold shout in high-pitched glee, both turning their eyes back to her. She bounded over with hands clasped in front of her, "Look, look! I got it!!"

They both leaned forward as she came to a stop in-front of them. Midas felt a devastating ripple through his body, a violent pulse in his mind and heart that he knew meant he'd be ripped from his family within moments. His queen and daughter were totally unaware as the little one opened her hands. A blue butterfly fluttered up from her palms, wings of broken crystals. The Rift Butterfly lifted itself in the air to fly clumsy circles around him. The two people he treasured most watched as it went, while he was stuck looking between the two of them. He was trying to memorize every detail as he felt the same fading in his mind as he had on the yacht.

They looked at the butterfly with an expected amount of amusement. It must have appeared normal to them, while the crackling sound of splintering reality filled the King’s ears. The seconds ticking by felt long, but not nearly long enough.

Damodice met his eyes, and concern came back, wiping away the calm Midas wished she could have kept for the rest of her life, "Midas?" She reached for him immediately with her hands on his arm while Marigold's touched at his knees. He picked his daughter up and pulled her up into his lap, once again using his free arm to draw his wife close. He held them both as tight as he could while he struggled to keep from trembling.

"I’m sorry, suddenly feeling lightheaded. I might lose focus again like I had an hour ago, Damodice." Midas spoke softly, knowing that if he raised above a whisper, his voice would crumble apart with the rest of him. His mind raced through everything he wished he could say to them. All the apologies he'd screamed at the feet of his daughter's golden corpse until his throat went raw. All the pleas that fell on the Gods' def ears. All the events he would give his life to prevent, but he had mere seconds left.

"I love you both so, so much. I’d give my soul for things to be different. I’m-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." He knew he'd lost his fight with composure, could feel his shoulders shaking with his breaths, and could do nothing about it. The King could just barely hear the voices of his wife and daughter, and felt small hands gripping his gown with warm palms on his cheeks, but he could no longer see them. Very quickly, other sensations faded, too, and everything went black.

-----

King Midas blinked several times through cloudy vision as the interior of the Marigold came into view. Someone's voice from far away was just starting to grow more audible. They were saying his name, a woman. She sounded concerned.

He turned his head up, and his vision finally cleared on Valeria's face leaned over him. Warmth registered over his cheek where she held his face, "Midas?! Oh thank God!"

She looked towards the staircase, hair sending embers down with the movement. They landed on him, but did not burn, "He's awake!"

Midas heard rushed footsteps coming from the stairs. He must have collapsed, Valeria catching him while the others rushed for water or some such thing. His head throbbed behind his eyes, and he had to shut them with a small grunt.

"Midas, κούκλα, are you okay?" Valeria was speaking softly, though with a frantic edge. One hand squeezed where she held his shoulder, the other smoothing over his cheek.

"I'm alright, αγάπη μου." Midas said with a placating smile. He moved to sit up, but the pain in his head flared, and with a hiss, he allowed himself to lean back into Valeria's hold in their lap.

Marigold knelt at his other side, "Definitely another curse of some kind."

"I am so fucking tired of these." Valeria gritted, nails pleasantly scratching over his scalp while she corrected his hair.

"As am I..." He pinched his brow against the pain, and finally sat up. When he opened his eyes again, Valeria was holding his crown out to him. When he took it to place it back on his head, he noticed a tremble in his hands. He ignored it as he stood with gentle help from the other two.

"What happened?" Marigold asked.

Midas looked at her and blinked, "I'm...not sure."

Valeria’s arm linked with his while she still made gentle adjustments. She tucked loose hair behind his ear, whispering so only he could hear, "You're crying, Midas."

The King brought his own hand to his cheek. There were indeed tears there. He wiped the moisture away, frustrated confusion running through him along with a profound, and impossibly heavy mournful sorrow. He had no idea why, "I had a dream, I think...I can't remember."

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16- Are we really living or are we just slowly dying?

I think the answer to that question is up to you, my friend. Pessimist or optimist, your own outlook determines the answer.

Personally, as someone who has experienced both states of being, I believe I am very much alive. Every breath I take is a win over the void that screams for my return.

Of course, immortality granted by the Zero Point also helps as an argument against "slowly dying."