Chapter 19
Drop.
Drop.
Drop.
Blood drips from the King's nose and onto his newly shined shoes. He knew his time would come soon; he knew his son would not falter in demolishing his old plans into new ones; he knew the consequences of stealing the magic from the world. The King needs his own life to keep the fear in his people . Without fear, his control will die down and disperse within the people.
"Sir!" A guard yells while he busts into the chamber. The King glares at the guard with such intensity that the guard falls back on his hind leg and gulps down his nerves. The honey-brown eyes of the guard turn glossy within seconds of seeing the King. His armor on his thick flesh now feel like feathers upon his skin as he stares into the eyes of the only other person within the chamber, the King.
"You dare disturb me!" The King yells while crunching his hand into a fist. The knuckles on the King's fist pop loud enough to shake the world beneath them. Fire seems to grow within the eyes of the superior.
Before the young guard could explain or even apologize, he falls dead on the floor. Blood streams from the fallen guard's mouth and onto the wooden floor making a small puddle near his head. The honey-brown eyes never close, yet they become faint, as if he was never able to move them before.
Releasing his tightened fist, the King stumbles back and blood streams from his nose. The red liquid spills all over the King's fine clothing. A price to pay to have eternal.
Eternal will bring peace, the King thinks to himself. Forever the eternal will rule.
Drop.
Drop.
Blood drips from the King's nose and onto his newly shined shoes. He knew his time would come soon; he knew his son would not falter in demolishing his old plans into new ones; he knew the consequences of stealing the magic from the world. The King needs his own life to keep the fear in his people . Without fear, his control will die down and disperse within the people.
"Sir!" A guard yells while he busts into the chamber. The King glares at the guard with such intensity that the guard falls back on his hind leg and gulps down his nerves. The honey-brown eyes of the guard turn glossy within seconds of seeing the King. His armor on his thick flesh now feel like feathers upon his skin as he stares into the eyes of the only other person within the chamber, the King.
"You dare disturb me!" The King yells while crunching his hand into a fist. The knuckles on the King's fist pop loud enough to shake the world beneath them. Fire seems to grow within the eyes of the superior.
Before the young guard could explain or even apologize, he falls dead on the floor. Blood streams from the fallen guard's mouth and onto the wooden floor making a small puddle near his head. The honey-brown eyes never close, yet they become faint, as if he was never able to move them before.
Releasing his tightened fist, the King stumbles back and blood streams from his nose. The red liquid spills all over the King's fine clothing. A price to pay to have eternal.
Eternal will bring peace, the King thinks to himself. Forever the eternal will rule.
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