Agape stood up then, as confidence swarmed his sorrowful insides. He raised his arms, big and wide, and faced the town. Emotions swirled around in his mind. "I haven't seen something this beautiful since I was a boy!" He cried, as a few tears rolled down his cheeks. He was too ignorant to swipe them away. "I didn't know that the city could be this glorious, all the people must be living so hard, and it's something I really can't believe I haven't fixed." He rambled, gazing upon his citizens.
People looked at him. Practically everyone heard his words, then. Eyes met the jeweled being, the king of the realm. "I must have been awful to you guys, every single one of you." He said, softly. He didn't want to take all of the blame, and worded his phrases carefully. "I'd like to hear your complaints, every one of them, right here and now." He said, again, more quietly than before. Nervous glances ended up thrown around the outdoors. A lone man stepped out. Agape recognized him as the one the people trusted to voice their complaints, and their wishes. This guy had guts!
"The people demand peace, your majesty." He began, humbly. He took a small bow toward Agape, at which he returned the favor. "They wish for correction of your mistakes, they yearn for a loosening of control." The man continued. "I, Benjamin Lake, am a witness of their wishes." He finished with the grandest of smiles. Agape nervously shuddered, and hoped Athilos would hear his thoughts. "What do I say?" He thought, as fast as he could. For then, he put a hand underneath his chin, as if he were to be thinking.
