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Several Epilogues, Part 2

Wednesday, April 2, 2008 Leave a comment Go to comments

Well, today marks the first week without Hong Gil Dong. Am obviously not able to fill the hole it has left in my life, as you can see…

In case I didn’t explain it properly last time, these endings are separate and possibly conflicting replacements, written for purely recreational purposes.

Ending #2

Proving That There is a Thing Called Karma (GDxCH)

The nobles bowed in unison. There was nothing like peer pressure, after all, and they were sure their newly appointed king would send soldiers after that annoying insolent insidious seditionist once he heard their new reports.

“Your majesty, we present to you this book, in hopes that you will see Hong Gil Dong for the aspiring usurper he is. Please grant us the power to rid this world of his unworthy shadow!” Lord Ryu, as always, led the chorus of complaints.

Chang Hui envisioned putting all his nobles in a boat and untying the rope that held it to harbour, then watching it drift away, gently, with these quarrelsome men on board. He shook his head to clear it of such thoughts and glared at the object of his wrathful displeasure. Today, it was the plain-looking, slim volume of The Tales of Hong Gil Dong, Hero.

He’d read it. And while the writing was mediocre, the plotline clichéd and prone to embellishment (worst of all, he thought, the lack of romantic developments proved to turn the book into another mindless martial arts epic), it wasn’t a terrible attempt, as far as first books went. Neither he nor Enok showed up in the book, but honestly. It. Was. Just. A. Book.

It made the king wonder if the nobles weren’t secretly in love with Gil Dong, to wax so outraged at what was so obviously a piece of fanservice.

He seriously needed something to distract them.


“On a scale of truthfulness, that book would rate a 1, for getting my name right. The Daegoon’s not in it, that idiot’s not in it, none of us are properly described. Plus, I don’t want to be king. I’m sure whoever wrote it was just out to confuse the people.”

Mal Nyeo looked sceptically at Gil Dong. “You realize that book is going to do more than just confuse them, right?”

Suk Geun nodded, “Yeah. Now everyone will expect you to do something wonderful. Like become king.”

Gom jumped up and down in excitment. “Are you going to do it? Set up a kingdom?”

Everyone looked at Gil Dong, still chewing vigourously on rice, with grains stuck here and there for effect.

Yeon smiled indulgently at the others over Gom’s head and carried the protesting boy to bed.


Lord Ryu stroked the real Sa Yin sword covetously. He’d planned to get the crown prince at a young age and mold him into a king wholly dependent upon the Ryu family. But fate had intervened, and given him a stubborn young stallion with ideals of his own. Well. It was just time to look for other members of the royal family.

He was sure the young king would see reason after being presented with a more malleable relative.


Chisu, not being burdened with royal lineage and a mind prone to overthinking, simply worried about the direction his king seemed to be going in. Somehow it just didn’t seem right to have Chang Hui smile more before acquiring the throne. Now he frowned all the time, with nary a change in expression. He was too busy to see Lady Enok all day long, and in any case, she was in the same situation.

The king never chuckled at anything Hong Gil Dong said, or smiled at the ridiculous things Lady Enok did. Not anymore.

It was an unhappy state of affairs – and if this was the price of becoming king, Chisu wasn’t sure he wanted it for his master.

But, he sighed to himself while changing watches with Yong Jin, it wasn’t up to him anyway.


Dropping an inkwell on one’s foot has disastrous results in ordinary circumstances, but when one is faced with the lords of the royal cabinet, it is just downright embarrassing.

Lord Seo had trouble believing his ears. Minister Choi looked resigned, but Lord Ryu pressed the scroll into his hands.

“The king’s father had a younger brother. He was exiled to Jeju but there has been rumours that he escaped on the way there. We must find him.”

“But.” Lord Seo hadn’t felt this shocked since his newly imported carriaged turned out to have linen trim instead of silk. “He would be very old. And how can we tell if he is still alive, let alone the royal uncle?”

Lord Ryu smiled in what he imagined was a patronizing way (but it really just made him look like his beard got stuck in his clothes).

“He has a sword-shaped birthmark on the sole of his right foot.”

Minister Choi felt the beginnings of indigestion. He did not want to have to wade through dozens of wizened old men to see if they had a sword shaped birthmark. It was a distinctly unappealing prospect.


The eunuchs were trained from youth to never question the acts of a monarch, so when Chang Hui asked them to dress him in ordinary clothes and order a discreet escort, they said nothing against the wisdom of such a move so late at night.

Once he was in the warehouse, Chang Hui felt better, less impeded by the air in the palace he had left behind. He looked at the dismal and dirty drapes hung around the rafters of the empty room and thought this was a more welcome sight than any silken drapery. Even the old barrels were still there.

He remembers being hopeful, and expectant. But the box fate had left him turned out to be emptier than expected.

Reviewing scrolls, hearing from his nobles on the different doings in the kingdom, not being able to change anything important because his noble ministers were too attached to the status quo. The maneuvering and jostling for position were amusing, but ultimately tiring, especially as he tried to balance the factions against one another. And all this was just in the first week.

Chang Hui didn’t doubt it would get worse, until he was hunched and stooped over his scrolls and recalcitrant nobles.

If he’d let the court do its work without checks, it would soon return to a corrupt state once again.

He wondered when it would all end.


Lord Seo deliberated for a night, and sent out his spies to investigate after the whereabouts of the royal uncle.


The next day, Ministers Choi and Ryu proposed a public health measure for all citizens – daily access to apothecaries, public education schemes which included obligatory hand and foot-washing measures undertaken by health service stations set throughout the kingdom.

Chang Hui, pleasantly surprised by their initiative, approved the proposal without a second thought.


Hae Myung strolled around the market with Gom. The boy was stubbornly embarrassed by an acute case of teen acne, but he refused to see any doctors, citing cost reasons. The old man chuckled to himself. Now that free consultations were available to the peasantry, Gom had no more excuses.

He’d endure some washing for that.


Lord Ryu met in private with Lady Noh and requested a meeting with the king. She was surprised, of course, but it was Lord Ryu, their staunch pillar of support. Of course he could meet with the king anytime he wanted.

White hairs bristling with anticipation, Ryu broke the news that he had found a long-lost royal uncle who was perfectly able to take over the throne with ‘some help’ if Chang Hui proved obdurate.

It was an interesting revelation for both king and subject, that Chang Hui was not willing to sacrifice Gil Dong on the altar of his throne. The man had saved his life, several times, and thrown himself in a revolution trusting him to make the right decisions as king. He would not betray that trust.

Besides, asking for the commoners to be given the same opportunities as the others, was that really so demanding?

Lord Ryu departed with veiled threats. Chang Hui just sat at the table, brows furrowed in thought.


On this night, however, Lord Ryu found more than one young person willing to defy his wishes. Enok balked, absolutely, completely and totally at marrying someone old enough to be her grandfather. She had doubted, ever since the truth of the sword was revealed, whether or not her grandfather was a suitable adviser to the king, and now she was certain.

If she could not be a good person as a member of the nobility, then she would simply cease to be a member of the nobility at all.


The next day, Lord Seo’s soldiers arrived at the palace to take control, but found the king and Chisu to be missing. Yong Jin stood sternly at the gates and demanded to see their permission for entry. The captain sent a runner to consult with Lord Ryu, but the messenger only found utter chaos at the Ryu household.

The coronation of master Hae Myung was hurried and perfunctory – especially as their new king burst into shrill laughter at random intervals during the ceremony.

The nobles all breathed a collective sigh of relieve when it was over. Finally, a king who would do as they said.


Away from the excited bubble that was the Hwal Bin Dang, Chang Hui dropped gratefully into a chair. It was not as comfortable as the ones he’d been used to sitting on, but a chair was a chair.

Gil Dong looked down at him with an inscrutable expression.

To break the silence, he said lightly, “Well, I don’t think ‘Lee Chang Hui’ will strike fear into the hearts of those pigs. I think I need something slightly more heroic.”

The other man began to smile. “Yeah. You’re too girly for something like Hong Gil Dong. How about Il Ji Mae?”

The erstwhile king stifled an indignant snort.

Gil Dong let his hand settle gently on Chang Hui’s shoulder, thumb accidentally brushing his cheek. “I’m glad you’re here.”


And they lived happily ever after, robbing the rich and giving to the poor.

(After a while, the nobles suffered so much under Hae Myung’s idiosyncratic rule that they begged for Chang Hui to come back. Chang Hui’s response? “I’ll think about it.” Enok opened a bun shop, but since she ate all the buns she sold, she actually lived off the proceeds of the third cobra. The boys drop in when they’re not otherwise occupied from rescuing kittens, puppies and other small cute things from the forces of evil.)

End Part 2

This one is less cheery, but uhm. I plead school affecting everything I write.



P.S. Let me know what you think – and the others are coming!

  1. iurgnotmis
    Wednesday, April 2, 2008 at 4:40 pm

    Entertaining with cleverness here and there. Can’t wait for the others! Eagerly, I mean Eagerly anticipating whatever you produce, of course when you have the time. 🙂

  2. Jess
    Wednesday, April 2, 2008 at 6:38 pm

    Cracked me several times with your usual witty sense of humor. Especially love the ending of this ending –

    (After a while, the nobles suffered so much under Hae Myung’s idiosyncratic rule that they begged for Chang Hui to come back. Chang Hui’s response? “I’ll think about it.” Enok opened a bun shop, but since she ate all the buns she sold, she actually lived off the proceeds of the third cobra. The boys drop in when they’re not otherwise occupied from rescuing kittens, puppies and other small cute things from the forces of evil.)

    Can you say adorable?! (Sadly I forgot who Hae Myung is.. lol.. well, still equally funny.)


  3. flyingcrispi
    Tuesday, April 8, 2008 at 11:01 am

    I’m sooo sorry for not being able to come earlier to comment, but internet didn’t work for the whole week…
    Keep up with the epilogues, all of them rock! (My favorite one is the third one..neehee)

  4. sevenses
    Tuesday, April 8, 2008 at 6:16 pm

    Hey! I was slightly worried that you’d fallen off the edge of the earth… don’t worry! (I’m terribly rusty at this writing thing – esp humour and fic! So much faaaaaail.)

    My sched for the next few weeks are fairly hectic – 4 tests next week, and then two super important interviews. My biggest prob? My exams start exactly when Il Ji Mae begins airing. *groans*

    Still, will try to squeeze out some epilogues.

  5. yangmee
    Monday, August 10, 2009 at 5:13 pm

    I love your sense of humor, Sevenses.

    Keep up the good work.

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