PART 2: The Mechanical Bull Remembered the Boy They Lost
The coliseum stood frozen.
No cheering.
No screaming.
Only dust drifting through golden sunlight.
The gigantic mechanical bull remained perfectly still.
Massive horns lowered.
Steam hissing softly from cracked metal.
Its burning orange eyes flickered—
not with rage anymore.
Recognition.
The small boy stood inches away.
Tiny hand trembling slightly as he reached toward scorched iron.
The crowd watched in stunned silence.
Because monsters did not stop.
Not this one.
This creature had slaughtered warriors.
Destroyed armies.
Yet now—
it stood motionless before a child.
Far above—
the royal woman gripped the stone railing so hard her knuckles turned pale.
Tears filled trembling eyes.
“No…”
Her voice cracked.
The king beside her frowned.
“What is it?”
But she couldn’t answer.
Because twenty years ago—
the royal prince vanished during the palace fire.
Taken.
Lost.
Dead.
At least—
that’s what everyone believed.
Yet the way the boy stood—
the way he looked at the beast—
felt painfully familiar.
The same fearless eyes.
The same quiet kindness.
Below—
the mechanical bull slowly lowered itself.
Heavy metal groaning.
One knee crashing into the dirt.
Then another.
The entire arena gasped.
Kneeling.
The beast was kneeling.
An old soldier near the front dropped his spear.
Face drained of color.
“No…”
He stepped backward slowly.
“That guardian only obeyed one bloodline.”
The boy rested his small hand against warm metal.
The bull released a deep mechanical rumble.
Not anger.
Something softer.
Almost grieving.
The boy smiled faintly.
“You looked for me.”
Suddenly—
something shifted near the creature’s neck.
Beneath broken chains—
a hidden compartment hissed open.
Dust scattered.
Inside—
hung a royal pendant.
Gold.
Marked with the symbol of the lost royal family.
The crowd erupted into terrified whispers.
The queen staggered backward.
Because she knew that pendant.
She had placed it around her son’s neck the night he disappeared.
“No…”
Tears spilled freely now.
“My son…”
The boy looked confused.
“What?”
Then suddenly—
a voice thundered across the arena.
“Kill the child!”
Silence shattered instantly.
The crowd turned.
Standing near the royal platform—
a hooded royal advisor stepped forward.
Panic spread across his face.
Too much panic.
Too fast.
The king narrowed his eyes.
“What are you doing?”
The advisor pointed violently toward the boy.
“You don’t understand!”
His voice cracked.
“If he remembers what happened—”
He stopped.
Too late.
The queen slowly turned.
Face pale.
“What happened?”
The mechanical bull suddenly stood.
Orange eyes burning brighter.
Locked directly onto the advisor.
Protective.
Furious.
Then—
deep inside the machine—
an old recording crackled to life.
Broken.
Static-filled.
Ancient.
But clear enough.
A terrified voice echoed across the entire coliseum.
“Protect the prince… they betrayed us…”
The advisor stumbled backward.
Fear finally taking over.
Because twenty years ago—
someone inside the palace started the fire.
And the mechanical guardian…
had survived long enough to remember who.
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