The King and His Knights

There was once a Persian king who ruled the land on the south west coast of the Caspian Sea. He lived in a huge palace on the edge of a cliff that allowed him to oversee his kingdom. The land he ruled had gone unbothered for many years, and the people who lived there were quite content with their lifestyles. The king rarely ever left his palace, unless escorted by a few of his very best knights. These knights lived in the palace with the king and stood guard on all hours, along with many others. However, there were three knights in particular that changed everything.
The first knight’s name was Abdul. The name Abdul can be translated to meaning, “servant of the powerful.” He had been born into becoming a knight and had lived as one ever since he became of age. In other words, his name fit him well. He was content with his duties, for it was the only lifestyle he had ever known. The second knight was Aqil. The name Aqil can be translated to meaning, “wise and intelligent.” He became a knight by using his wits to save the kings life, but that’s another story. The third knight was Faris. The name Faris can be translated to meaning, “knight.” He was bound to be a knight from day one.
One night, while the three knights were standing guard outside the king’s quarters, they got to talking. This wasn’t unusual, but if the king heard a peep, he would have their heads. They didn’t care though. He had never heard them before and they had been standing guard outside the same door almost every night for years now. Abdul was going on his usual rant about getting tired with living his life through order after order given by the king and never receiving any gratuity or reward. Aqil usually would ignore his complaints, because his life had n...

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...towards the open window.
“Don’t come near me! I’ll kill him and jump!” screamed the assassin.
“I can handle this,” said Aqil. “I’ve dealt with this situation before.”
“No, let me!” yells Abdul. He points his sword at the king and the assassin, and slowly walks towards them.
“I’ll kill him!” screams the assassin. But Abdul lunges forward, stabbing his sword through the king’s stomach and into the assassin. He then pushes them both out the window.
“What have you done?!” cried Faris. “Why would you kill the king?”
“You don’t understand. The reason I hate being a knight so much is because the king was my father. He made his own son serve him like a slave! But now, I’m king.” Aqil and Faris had nothing to say. They couldn’t believe what they just witnessed, but they both felt that justice had been done. Abdul was the new king and they both knew it was for the better.