THE KING WHO WOULD NOT BOW!
In the ancient land of Aramelle, there ruled a king named Aderon. His palace touched the clouds, his armies filled valleys, and his treasures glittered like stars. Yet his heart was harder than the iron gates of his throne room. Prophets came to him. A poor widow stood before him with tears. A shepherd boy sang warnings in the streets. A traveling preacher cried, “Turn, O king! Pride leads to destruction. Mercy waits for you.” But King Aderon laughed. “Repent? I am king. I answer to no one.” Years passed. His pride grew like a mountain. He silenced the prophets, mocked the prayers of the righteous, and trusted only his crown. Then one night, without trumpet or warning, death came. His crown fell. His breath left. His body lay cold. And Aderon awoke… in darkness. Flames rose like angry waves. Voices cried in regret. Chains clanged like thunder. The king screamed, “Where is my throne? Where are my guards?” A voice answered from the fire, “Your throne was mercy. You refused it.” He ...