Slate stared down at his arms, black veins crept underneath his deathly white skin.
He glanced up at his reflection in the mirror, he could hardly recognise himself.
His sickness clearly wasn't normal, it was the work of magic, dark magic.
Slate was a wise and honourable king, that was not only worried about his kingdom but his only son, Alexander. He was only eleven and if Slate was to die, his son would not yet be old enough to take his place.
As he continued to stare at himself the image began to ripple. He rubbed at his eyes, guessing that it was another effect from the sickness but once he caught sight of his reflection he knew something was wrong.
His eyes had started to turn black and his skin had started to pale until he could no longer recognise himself.
He reached his hand up to touch his face but the mirror did not reflect his actions. Instead it continued to stare at him with an evil expression.
After a few seconds of shocked silence, his now unfamiliar reflection started to laugh.
"You've got it all wrong" it spoke causing Slate to move away in confusion and fear, "what?"
"You think you know what's happening to your kingdom and to yourself but you have no idea"
Confusion was now replaced by anger as slate moved back closer to the mirror, all his previous fears long forgotten. He was now determined for answers.
"The rings" it answered without having to be asked, "I cursed them long ago."
Slate glanced down at his hand where two golden rings, each containing a precious gem were placed on his fingers.
He reached to tug them off but they were stuck and before his eyes the gold started to melt and wrap around his hand.
He glanced back up at the mirror, the smile on the black eyed monster sending chills down his spine.
"And now your time is over" it spoke as the surface of the mirror began once again to ripple. "What?" Slate asked in confusion, causing it to laugh once again.
"It's time someone took your place."
An pale arm suddenly shot out grasping Slate by the collar, pulling him into the mirror. The two rings clattering to the ground.
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Published on: 30/11/2015
- Lauren
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Cursed
FantasyFifteen years ago, Slate the wise and honourable ruler of the kingdom of Aurora mysteriously disappeared. Leaving behind his eleven year old son, Alexander. Too young to take the throne, Alexander's uncle Xavier inherited the kingdom, but in Slate's...
