Haxorusknight75

Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master...
He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher...
He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer...
He had no army, yet kings feared him...
He won no military battles, yet he conquered the World...
He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him...
He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today
Feel honored to serve such a leader who loves us...
If you believe in God and Jesus Christ his Son
Have a good life and may you be blessed.​

"I'm a man. But I can change. If I have to. I guess."
A mark of a great legacy.​

Here is a legend
There was a King who had everything a man could strive for. His achievements were many and his failures were few. There were grandiose stories, documenting his many glories. But none as somber as the one I tell you now. His kingdom was vast, reaching from sea to sea. They called him a conqueror, a liberator and even a god to be. He charged into every battle, fearless and ruthless, never fleeing and always victorious. His wife of many years had given him three sons to carry on his name. The people would chant 'long live the king' and may his dynasty forever reign. This King did things no one thought possible, amassing great riches and fame across the nation. No army, no castle, no man stood a chance against him. Until he came across the simple river in the woodlands. This river did not care for his titles, his might or his status. And despite his best efforts, the river opposed him. The King had no reason to cross the river other than pride, but that was enough for him to become crazed in the eye. He braved the fiercest storms and survived the most vicious battles, but this river somehow stopped him. His servants could hear him cry out in the night. Angel, angel what have I done? I've faced the quakes, the wind, the fire. I've conquered country, crown and throne. Why can't I cross this river?. Whispers began to spread of the king, people joked that a mere body of water had bested their mighty ruler. He grew obsessed with that river, driven to cross it at any and all costs. He had his builders build a bridge, but the river took it down. He had his soldiers brave the current, but all were lost and drowned. He had his priests pray for God's assistance, but none was ever given. Each time, they were repelled by the river and with every attempt, the king grew more agitated. He had his learned friends research the history of the river, but they found nothing of note. It was a simple river, nothing more, they urged. The King's sons constantly squabbled over the throne that would one day be theirs and saw the river as an opportunity to win their father's favor. The eldest son was the bravest and he stepped boldly into the current, but his valor could not save his life from the raging water. The middle son was intelligent and built a contraption to get across, but it failed and he was washed away with his creation. The youngest was lazy and had the river filled with boulders, but they gave way as soon as he stepped upon them. The King's three sons perished in that water and it was too much for the queen to bear, so on the night of the final funeral, she threw herself into the river. The King's obsession with the river only worsened as he drained his kingdom of all its resources in an effort to find a way to the other side. His people started to turn against him as his sanity unraveled. Those most loyal assured they'd think no less of him if he were to give up this foolhardy pursuit. But he continued to refuse. A fortnight after his wife had thrown away her life, the kingdom was gathered on the bank as the King proclaimed he would cross it himself, ordering no one to come to his aide. He believed the river to be alive and that it was testing his resolve . And on the morning of that fateful day, he was ready to risk it all. But as he prepared for the dangerous trek, a peasant girl slipped and fell in. She gripped onto a rock as the river fought hard to pull her all the way in. She cried and she screamed, but the King remained still, uncaring for her young life. But then a boy in rags stepped forward, calling out for the girl who he named his sister. He tried jumping in, but was grabbed by a soldier and told he would perish, but the boy kept trying to get to her. 'If I am to die then I will die, but I will not stand idly by,' the boy boldly proclaimed. And so he dove in, that peasant boy with no name. The crowd watched in awe as he arose from the thunderous current, his feet gripping the muck that lie beneath the surface. With all his strength, he pulled himself across and snatched his sister from the slippery wet rocks. When they made it to the other side, the King shouted witchcraft and demanded that the boy must die. His archers looked around, but did not raise their bows. He shouted and shouted, but no one did as they were told. The King was alone, feeling betrayed. And in a fit of rage, he jumped into the river, following that peasant boy with no name. He thrashed around & grunted as he pushed his way across, but just as he reached the other side, he met the young boy's gaze. The boy reached out to give the King a hand, the King who had just demanded his life. The angry King scoffed and pushed him away, grabbing a nearby tree branch to haul himself onto the river bank. The branch, well it snapped and the river sucked him back in. The crowd let out a gasp, but not a single one jumped in. As the water pushed the King beneath its waves and he took his final breath, he dwelled on all that he had lost in the recent past. His crown, his people, his wealth and his lands. His kingdom, his family and his legacy with them. This river had taken his mind and on that fateful day, the river would claim his life. And as he sank below the raging current, he saw one final sight... That peasant boy with no name and his sister by his side. Now they tell stories about that river and the nameless boy who dared to cross it. They sing of a king who was once called great, but the river in the woodlands had stolen all he attained. To this day, only those of pure heart can cross the humbling river, all others will be swept away.
The moral?
Always be humble or you become humbled or die.​

I want a Kingdom hearts Gamer fan-fiction so i challenge you writers out there to make one!
And the rules are...​