alan becker · stick figures · kingdom au · ensemble cast · fantasy · trauma · royalty · creative arts · family dynamics · alternate universe
Golden light washed over the castle courtyard, illuminating the five of us gathered there. I held out my parchment, the fortress sketched in meticulous quill lines that caught the sun. Beside me, Red gestured widely, his voice bright with enthusiasm as he described the habits of a new creature he'd befriended. Yellow and Green were locked in a friendly, lyrical debate about poetry versus melody, while Blue listened, a basket of fresh herbs in his arms. Our laughter and talk wove a tapestry of warmth, yet the space where Purple should have been remained hollow, a silent pull of worry beneath the cheerful surface.