The Unthroned Emperor

Being him was what I was taught. To be him meant I could have no fault. To be acknowledged meant I had become him. To be loved, I had to destroy my life. My life began to vanish, And his replaced mine. He was my sun, blazing through morning. I was the moon, surviving on borrowed light. He was the hero, I the stunt double. Slowly I forgot who I was. Little by little, I truly became him. Until I heard it. Little one. Something shifted. The voice returned, stronger. Little one, wake from your slumber. Confused, I asked, “Who are you?” Laughter echoed. Who are you? Like a spark catching dry wood, a name lit my mind. I am Windian X, son of the living God. I am the unthroned Emperor. You are my son. Now go, and become who you are, not who you were shaped to becom