The King and fate or the day I was really bored

A long time ago, in a land far, far away was a prince. This prince had a mother and father who were queen and king over a large, beautiful amount of land. One day, as had been done for generations, a fortune teller came to see the royal family and lay out the princes future. This fortune teller was known throughout the kingdom as someone who bathed in the waters of the future, and one who was never wrong. After the royal family gave their blessing, the fortune teller said, simply, that he would be a great king. The prince asked for more details as to when, but the fortune teller had said that is all he could say.

Months later, the kingdom had been under siege for many weeks. The fierce enemies of the north had attacked, and it looked grim for the prince and his family. Finally, when the vicious people of the north stormed the castle, the royal family decided they would sacrifice themselves for their son, and give him time to get away. As the prince was fleeing the castle, he could swear he heard the screams of his mother and father.

Several years later, the prince was in a town, now controlled by the north. The prince liked the town because no one knew who he was, and he was safe from any reprisal from the evil that now rules the land. Ever since that memorable day, when the fortune teller had told him he would be king, the prince never worried about the days events, for he knew it didn't matter, he would be a king. As the years went by, the prince had less and less, until finally, he had resorted to becoming a beggar outside the towns church. Everyday, the rich, and not so rich would come, and hand out scraps of food, clothing, whatever they could spare, and the prince was always the first to grab it up, but the prince was a good man, he would always make sure those who needed the food or clothing got it, often at his own detrement.

Finally, one day, after handing out food to a poor beggar, the beggar pulled out an old, round piece of metal and handed it to the prince. The beggar said he found it amongst some debris and wanted the prince to have it. The beggar bestowed the piece of metal, with all its jagged edges, and pieces of dirt on top of his head, as if it were a beautiful crown. Finally, with a friendly smile, the beggar said that he was the king of the poor, as all the other beggars came over cheering, and laughing.

After the new king of the beggars finally realized what the old fortune teller had meant, he was furious, throwing his crown down and screaming "this wasn't the way it was supposed to be, my kingdom was supposed to be huge, and beautiful, not this!" Tears welled up in the kings eyes, as he realized the fortune teller was right, but fate is a bitch.

The king of the beggars left town that very night, never to be heard from again. Some say he couldn't live with the fact life wasn't like he had thought, some say he moved on to another town, helping the beggars there, before moving on, and some say he moved to the United States and ran for a Senate seat, but no one really knows.