The god bowed before the child, less a show of fealty than one of indulgence. The boy reached up and touched the strange helmet encircling his head, iron and stylized to resemble a bird's head.
"Why do you wear this?" the child asked.
"So that I can look on you, and you me." he said. "You mustn't look at the sun, you know."
"Nobody tells me I mustn't do anything," the boy said.
"That is because someday you will be Emperor. But if you would be a good one, you must learn to restrain yourself."
The boy nodded. "Yes, Grandfather."
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.