Hail To The King

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Hail To The King
Written By: Isis The Masked Dragon
Art By: Avenged Sevenfold
Rolling dunes and blisteringly hot flats as far as the eye could see. Deep within the hills a giant palace made of gold and stone rose out of the sands. Massive, gilded stone columns held aloft a vaulted pyramidal roof. Sunlight shafted in through the many skylights illuminating a lavishly decorated throne room. Gigantic freezes depicted many obscure and incredible wars and events. The main attraction of the room was the high-backed golden throne. Upon which sat Amun-Ra, king of the desert. Muscular and tall, the golden scaled SandWing was adorned with white and gold wristbands, collar, and silks. Round his head he wore a blue and gold headdress. Amun-Ra was a rich and powerful king. He knew it, and he wanted his subjects to know it. That’s why he adorned and surrounded himself with such riches. His two most trusted, his right and left claw dragons stood before him. Osiris, tall and slight with pale sand-colored scales and long horns. And Set, taller than both Ra and Osiris and just as muscular. His scales were a dark golden and black with thin twisting horns. As was befitting of their status both dragons wore gold and black usekh collars and golden wrist bands. Amun-Ra was certain of their loyalty, for they had proven it to him time and time again. He feared neither Set nor Osiris, but he knew they feared him. Feared and revered him. Bowing low Osiris asked, “Why have you summoned us your majesty?” Ra smiled. Osiris was always the first to speak.
“I have called you both here before me because I require your counsel.” Ra didn’t really, but it didn’t really matter what he needed; it never did. Ra was content with disrupting his adviser’s day merely because he was board. It was just so easy to be king. 
Shepherd of Fire:
"Well, I can promise you paradise
No need to serve on your knees"''
Osiris stood in front of the mirror in his room, his reflection glaring back at him. All he could think about was Amun-Ra’s smug face as he forced Osiris and his brother stand for hours and listen to his trivial words. It filled him with burning rage. Osiris hated Ra with a passion, in his eye’s Ra was a fool. He wasted time and resources by living so lavishly. Didn’t he know there was a war going on? As king his duty was to the people, to lead them in this time of strife. It wasn’t to prevent Set and Osiris from working with the military leaders on battle strategies. Yet another thing Ra should have been doing Where Osiris king, they would have already crushed the Sea Dragons and returned to an age of peace. By doing nothing Ra kept their soldiers fighting and their citizens starving. Were Osiris king things would be better. Osiris stepped away from the mirror. But he wasn’t king. Ra was and, as useless of a king as Ra was, Osiris could do nothing about it. He was born to serve, that’s all he would ever do. 
Later Osiris was standing in the courtyard organizing a pack of the things he would be taking to the coast. His sword and a shield among other things. He and Set were to be joining Commander Palm at the coast. The Sea Dragons were getting more courageous and attacking further inland. They had to put a stop to them or soon their forces would be in the royal city and threating the king. Not like that would be such a bad thing. Osiris thought venomously. “Ho, brother!” Osiris turned and saw Set approaching from across the courtyard. He stopped next to Osiris and glancing down at his supplies said. “You’ll want a larger shield, that one won’t do much in the way of protection.” Osiris frowned. He didn’t like Set telling him what to do. He was right, and that just bothered him more. 
“Maybe.” Osiris said rising, but still only reaching Set’s shoulder. Yet another thing that aggravated him about Set. He’d always been the bigger one, the smarter one, the stronger one. It hurt to have to hear and witness all the praise heaped upon him and have nothing directed toward Osiris. Even worse was that Set never seemed to let it go to his head, never showed an ounce of ambition. Everything just came to him. And somehow, he still managed to drag Osiris along with him. 
“What bothers you Osiris?” Set asked. Osiris said nothing. “Something is bothering you. Or have I been deceived.” Osiris looked around quickly and upon guaranteeing that they were alone, or at least wouldn’t be overheard nodded saying.
“It’s Amun-Ra. He’s the most insufferable and useless excuse for a king that I have ever had the misfortune to meet!” Set smiled slyly but Osiris didn’t think anything of it. Set was always smiling. “He does not help the people; they are starving while Ra feasts. He sits safely and contentedly within this guarded palace while we go off to risk our lives leading armies.” Osiris growled. “Where I king I would be fighting alongside my soldiers against the Sea Dragons. I would be respected, not ridiculed. I would be the best king ever.”
“Why not be king then?” Set said. 
“What?” Osiris said, very much taken aback. 
“You heard me.” Set said. “Why don’t you be king? You would have the support of the people. As you said, Ra lets them starve as he helps himself.” Osiris nodded. “You would have the support of the army. I have spoken to Palm and the other commanders, they have lost all respect for Amun-Ra. We are the ones they follow now.” Set put a talon on Osiris’s shoulder. “Think about it brother! Instead of going to fight the Sea Dragons now, we instead take the army and depose Ra! Then you could be the king that we need. Then we would finally crush the Sea Dragons and help the people.” Set was right! There wasn’t anything stopping Osiris from doing as he said and overthrowing Ra. “Even the gods have abandoned Ra.” Set said. “Failed harvests and a powerful enemy attacking our coastal towns. Were the gods with Ra, then none of this would be happening.” 
“Yes! Your absolutely right!” Osiris was exited now. “We only have to fetch the army to carry it out!” Set nodded. 
“Then let us go, we have little time to waste.”
Hail to the King:
"Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head
Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid"''
The journey to the coast was not a long one, at most a day and a half of travel. For the duration of the trip all Osiris could think about was how he was finally going to have the power and status he had always craved. Finally, he would be the one in charge. Finally, Osiris could be free from Set’s shadow. No more would he rely on his brother to help him out of trouble or to rise though the palace hierarchy. Osiris would finally be at the top. As they flew Osiris looked over at his brother. Tall and muscular, he was quite an intimidating sight. With Set as my right claw nobody would ever dare challenge me, for fear death. The best part of this whole plan would be the look on Amun-Ra’s face when Osiris killed him. Commander Palm was waiting for them when they landed. He saluted them and said “The army has been divided as per your orders. The coast will remain defended as we attack the palace.” Osiris was slightly confused. What orders? Why did they need to divide the army? Thankfully Set explained the situation. To the commander he said to have the troops ready in 15 minutes. To Osiris he said,
“I sent a messenger ahead to inform Palm and the others of the plan, that way things would move more smoothly. I’m having the army be divided because there is no need for a full force in this little coup, not leaving a group to protect the coastal villages would be irresponsible. We are trying to be better than Ra after all.” Osiris nodded his understanding. He never would have thought to send someone ahead, or to split their army. It was lucky that he had Set on his side. 
With a force 5000 strong Osiris led his army into the capital city. Citizens wealthy and poor gathered together to witness Osiris power. To see their soon to be king. When they reached the palace, the guards laid down their weapons and bowed as Osiris passed, they knew who their true leader was. As expected, Ra was in the throne room. He stood flanked by 4 guards and scowling. 
“Do you truly think that you can just waltz in here with a group of traitors and take what’s mine!?” 
“That’s exactly what I’ve done Ra.” Osiris said. He nodded at the guards and they stepped away from Ra and left the room. Ra looked significantly more nervous now but said. 
“You’re all traitors, and you will all be executed for this!” Osiris drew his sword and pointed it at Ra’s throat. 
“You know full well that we won’t. You’re a terrible king Ra, you failed your people! You are the one facing execution.” Ra took a step back. 
“Don’t do this! You’re making a mistake!” Osiris shook his head and slashed his sword across Ra’s throat and stepped back as Ra collapsed twitching and choking on his blood. Osiris turned to face the guards grinning. He raised his sword, soaked in blood triumphantly into the air. The guards and soldiers bowed and began chanting. 
“Hail to the king!" 
"Hail to the king!" 
"Hail to the king!" 
That's right! I'm in charge now, and nobody can stop me.
Doing Time:
"I see the writing on the wall
I see the lifeless devils start to crawl"''
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