Sometimes, small things wield immense power to change the course of history

in voilk •  4 months ago

    Humans, I cannot have enough of them.
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    I know I am a small, shiny circle with just a miniaturely carved diamond stone as my only accessory but as small, and as insignificant as I may seem, I have even more dignity than these humans.

    If not all, most of them.

    Unfortunately, I cannot complain. My awful destiny is to serve these men for the rest of their lives and as they die, I live on to serve their children.

    This generation, I am serving the most inhumane I have met through generations.

    May I pride myself in a little flattery and tell you why I sit idly on this overgrown teddy bear’s, bloated middle finger? It is because I come from a long line of magical ancestry. My mother was a bewitched bracelet. When her skin began to fade from golden to bronze, she transferred her powers to me, a newly carved ring, making me special.

    My father, was a crown, when his king was being laid to rest with him alongside, he gifted me one of his lucky diamonds, the one which now rests in the center of my frame, causing whoever puts me on to attain undeserved luck.

    This man, Prime Minister Shakur, is the deadliest in all of Pi Empire.

    To think that I gave him the powers with which he readily oppresses his poor, innocent, citizens makes me ashamed of who I am. I would have passed on my powers to another, but wherever such jewelry goes within the Pi Empire, it will still end up in the hands of Shakur.

    Today is Ramath, the commemoration of Pi Empire.

    To be honest, I do not know why Shakur throws so many celebrations and invites the entire village to attend when he does not provide meat or drink for them.

    With their empty bellies, they come to entertain him with activities like dancing, wrestling, and singing.

    When the celebration gets interesting and Shakur calls for his snack, Shakur signals to his maids and they begin to feed him with whatever they can lay their hands on; roast chicken, grapes, wine, and bananas.

    I was certain this Ramath was going to be just the same.

    I watched the usual drama unfold; 7 young girls went to his bathing area, cleaned him up, and escorted him back to his chambers. 7 other girls came in with his purple and gold robes and placed them on him. 1 special girl, the fairest of all of them, rolled his turban around his head.

    She also handed him his staff of authority and led him out to be fed at the breakfast table.

    I was uninterested in the scampering that was taking place, everybody was everywhere, trying to make the Ramath preparations satisfactory for Shakur when something happened.

    A child, about 5 years of age, stumbled into Shakur's dining room and hit his breakfast tray, causing everything on it to come crashing to the floor. Shakur suddenly sprang up in anger and took this girl by her shirt, yelling into her face.

    The girl's mother, who was Shakur's servant, was at his feet wailing for mercy but he kicked her off. When he finally flung this child away from him, she hit herself on one of the pillars in the palace and went unconscious immediately.

    I began to burn with rage. Shakur turned his eyes to me and began to yell, trying to wring me off his finger. I did not stop burning until I chopped that finger off. Then I slipped off it and rolled over to the unconscious child.

    As Shakur yelled in pain, I began a low hum near this child who was now in her weeping mother's arms. When the child could hear my voice, she stirred awake and subconsciously stretched her finger towards me. I hopped on the middle finger and waited.

    She suddenly gasped as my powers overwhelmed her, her mother began to call for help in panic.

    “She has the ring,” one of the servants gasped, pointing at her finger. I was shining brightly now, my glow radiating all over her.

    “What is this?” Her mother was saying repeatedly. The girl rose, now completely empowered by me, and said out loud for everyone to hear.

    “Hail the new Empress of Pi Empire!”

    “Hail!” Everyone bowed.

    “Shakur, your reign of terror has ended. Vacate Pi Empire at once!”

    Shakur scampered out, still writhing in pain.

    I was proud of who I possessed this time around, a child, pure of heart and intentions. I enhanced whatever was in the heart so Pi Empire was about to be ruled over by the sweetest individual that existed at the time.

    And I was happy for Pi Empire, they were about to have the best celebration of Ramath.

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