The Forgotten City of Solomon
Once upon a time, in a period not confined by the binds of our known history, there existed a magnificent city called Zaphon. Legend had it that the city was blessed by the Wise King Solomon himself, and hence it was often referred to as the Forgotten City of Solomon. The stories of its grandeur and its coveted mysteries had travelled far and wide, over lands and across seas.
Zaphon was nestled in the heart of an endless sea, resting on a cluster of seven islands, each bound to the other with awe-inspiring bridges that were built with the finest ivory and gold. The architecture of the city was, but of course, the work of the finest artists of lands near and far, and in every nook and corner, one could find the humble imprint of their artistic brilliance.
A colossal silhouette of King Solomon stood tall in the central square of the city, reminding everyone of the divine wisdom bestowed upon him. It was said that Solomon's gift of interacting with animals and controlling the spirit world was passed onto Zaphon's rulers which added an awe-inspiring reverence to the city's aura.
Despite its opulence, a bane had persistently shadowed Zaphon: the city had no heir to the throne. The current king, King Vizimir, was benevolent and wise but bore no child. The imminent reality of a leaderless Zaphon loomed over its citizens, casting a gloomy shadow on the golden city. Despite his great efforts, Vizimir could find no suitable successor, as he found no one possessing the wisdom, integrity, and kindness required to shepherd Zaphon.
Till one day, a stranger named Merid arrived at Zaphon's gates. His origins were unknown, his appearance unremarkable, but his eyes carried an unusual gleam. When asked by the city guards the purpose of his visit, he simply said, 'I'm here to play the perfect melody.'
People laughed at Merid, ridiculed him as a madman, and watched in amusement and anticipation as he walked confidently to the grand square with a strange instrument in hand. His instrument was nothing like the ones they'd seen; it was a peculiar fusion of a harp and a flute which he affectionately named Harmoniflute.
As Merid touched the strings and blew into his Harmoniflute, a melody graced the ears of the onlookers. It was so enchanting that the city stopped to listen. The trees swayed in rhythm, the birds paused their chirping, and the waves calmed down; such was the magic of his music.
As the last string ended its melody, the statue of Solomon came to life. It extended its hand, and from mid-air, a beautiful crown molded with dazzling jewels and gold appeared. With a booming voice, the statue proclaimed, 'I present this crown to the one who has reminded Zaphon of its essence, its love for art, beauty, and wisdom, ' before placing the crown tenderly on Merid's head.
Merid, confused, yet obliged, accepted the crown. King Solomon's statue explained, 'Merid, your music touched the souls of every being in Zaphon. You brought harmony and peace through your melody, proving your wisdom, and kindness. You are the King Zaphon has been waiting for.'
And thus, Merid, the wandering minstrel, was crowned as the new king of Zaphon. He led the city with remarkable grace and wisdom, always reminding Zaphon's citizens of the profound impact of love, wisdom, and harmony in life.
Through the fabled events of an everyday minstrel becoming the most loved king of Zaphon, the tale of the Forgotten City of Solomon gave humanity a story of hope, love and the untold magic of benevolence. Travelers narrated this tale, bards sang songs, and the story of the 'Forgotten City of Solomon' was remembered once again.