"If only there was a way that I could turn back the hands of time," his deep hypnotic voice bounces off the cold stone and echoes through the desolate ancient royal chambers where he resides; he was born in this palace and this is where he has remained.
Memories have twisted and warped through the centuries, but he will always recall in full detail the night he shook the devil's hand. The same moment a curse was placed upon the ground and an eternity of regret does nothing at all.
There are no heart beats in these halls; there hasn't been for centuries and he wishes everything could be different. Except the world keeps moving on.
Spares whispers of cloud begin to cover the slowly sinking moon and cast long shadows on the desolate over grown garden that lay at the center of the left wing of the palace grounds. "If only mother could see what has become of what she tried so hard to perfect."
A hollow toneless laugh escapes his deathly cold lips before he clamps them shut once again.
Something tells him that he can't be the only one left of the damned. There's got to be one more beyond the castle grounds that he can't reach.
A home is only beautiful if it doesn't become and eternal prison.
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Chasing Dreams
Mystery / ThrillerRaine, hasn't had it easy. When she comes across someone unusual her life spirals deeper into the unnatural side of things. This isn't what's suppose to happen when you start chasing dreams but if everything were easy then there wouldn't be motivati...
