Galaxy Wars: The Legacy of Light and Darkness

In front of Islinda, all the present knelt on the ground, including the protecting army and even her beloved uncle. Her uncle, Gronadan, was like a second father to her. Without his support and kind heart, she wouldn't be able to stand this steady today.

"All shall rise," She ordered with a domineering aura and confidence she faked perfectly without flaw.

The old Shaman who was supervising this ceremony spoke again with loud voice:

"As our rituals indicate, if there is anyone in oppression with the ascension of our crown princess to the throne, then he must step forward now or be silenced forever."

Islinda looked towards all the present and she knew no one would step forward even if he had some issues with her being on the throne.

Long time ago, a king was opposed by some of his old rivals as a challenger in the ascension ceremony, and after that king victory he wasn't content with just killing his rival, so he ordered the army to go to that person's home and set fire to everything living on that planet.

A massacre that was long written in the annals of the Rodan empire history, although it was a big shame that many kings later spoke ill about, it was unforgettable lesson to everyone. Since that day, no one ever had the courage to go forth and challenge a new king, no matter what.

The shaman waited for a while as the rituals indicated, then after the passage of ten minutes he declared:

"There is no one here in opposition to your majesty, congratulations for gaining the full support of the public."

"Long live the king."

"Long live the king."

"Long live the king."

Chants echoed in the whole world with extreme excitement, an excitement that Islinda knew from the depth of her heart to be fake.

She was still young, and technically she couldn't hold everything now due to her young age, still the people down there appeared like fanatics who were ready to die hard for her. She sighed, as she was hoping that one day she would win their trust and heart with her deeds.

"May my king choose a name for himself?" the shaman asked loudly to silence everyone here, while directing his question to Islinda. Choosing a name was something sacred, as no king could change it once he settled on one.

A name was a representative of the nature of a king, benevolent kings tended to use names like the merciful, while war lovers chose names like the brutal. For her, she didn't have time to think about her future path, so she didn't settle on a name yet.

Fortunately for her, as she was still young and couldn't control everything by herself now, she could postpone this for when she reached 18 and received full authority to rule her people.

"I choose to decide it for later," She said.

"As your orders, your majesty. When your majesty reaches 18, you will have to decide a name by then," The shaman explained.

"Good, let's continue then," she ordered.

The shaman then turned towards the present as he declared loudly:

"Our new king will start his ascension journey, but first there is something we must do. As the age of our new king is still very young for holding the throne by himself, and by going through our old traditions, I ask the king to choose one person he knows to act as his godfather and help him in ruling the empire in his stead until he reaches the age of 18.

This honor, which is the hardest and bitterest honor in our empire, is known by the name: the great sacrifice, as whoever holds it will lose any potential future chances to strive for the throne for his generation and two subsequent generations of his family. May your majesty declare the name of that person?"

The great sacrifice, the noble mission, the dishonorable honor… These were some of the names that were called upon that godfather person. He was sacrificing any ambition for him and his future siblings till his grandchildren.

That wasn't easy, as usually that godfather would be one of the closest to the new king, one of the royal family. Islinda looked towards her uncle, who nodded slowly in approval to her own silent question.

She had long discussed this matter with him, as she was opposed to the idea of doing this, but he was encouraging her. Her uncle was an exact copy of her late father, as he was the younger twin, so she hated to see him do this dishonorable honor.

It was dishonorable as he would be named as a king too, but without gaining the favor of the ancestors by going through the holy mountain. She sighed, as her uncle was like her late father, stubborn like a rock sometimes.

"I choose my beloved uncle Gronadan to be my godfather," Islinda declared loudly with a sad face and dejected tone. The shaman wasn't surprised by her choice, neither any of the presents today. It was very common for a new king to choose his uncle to be his godfather.

"May the godfather step forward," The shaman said loudly. Gronadan stepped forward steadily with an aura of a king, he was also raised from his young days to be a king, so it was normal for him to show off this aura.

"As you gained the honorable privilege of our new king, now I hereby declare that you will be the guardian of the empire and the tutor of our king. You will be entrusted by the empire and its affairs until the day our king reaches the age of 18.

You won't be able to hold the throne under any circumstances once our king ascends it, neither will your sons and their sons after them.

You won't be able to ascend the holy mountain, and to be announced the godfather king, you will need to choose between one of the two trials, the honorable way or the dishonorable way. Do you have any objection to that?"

Gronadan looked with stern face towards the Shaman and the audience as he declared:

"I have no objection to that."