A hundred years-
That's how long it took
A hundred years of slow poison
A hundred years of draining the king
The people of the kingdom were no immortals
But they were no short-lived mortals either
They lived for thousands of years
And in that a Hundred years meant nothing
The King was weakened bit by bit
The court was dismantled piece by piece
All it took for the glorious kingdom to fall
Was a hundred years
And the suffering for the fall
Has been endured for a hundred years now
All through these years
The One-man who has brought the down fall
Glowed in his animalistic glory
His smirk revealing all his crimes
The blood on his hands was too much
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A hundred years
The kingdom writhed in pain
A hundred years
It screamed in agony
The prophecy was long forgotten
The prophecy of the Broken Warrior and the Fallen Paladin~
YOU ARE READING
The Twists and Taste of Destiny
FantasyThis is a story of two warriors Both of whom have known pain Both of whom have been broken and crushed They rose from the darkness sucking it's energy Determined to find light Come with them Read through the book Dance lightly along...
