my stupid stories for ae:cw

I blinked, and everyone was gone.

I blinked, and everyone was gone.

Everyone. Not just a few- Everyone. Except for him. I'd been shadowing him for weeks, trying to figure out his powers. Trying to figure out what he's been doing.

It was safe to say I knew now.

Everything was mirrored, everyone missing- It was clear what power I was dealing with.

I tried my hardest to catch him. I tried my hardest to get out of this maze, this maze of houses and rows of flowers. His henchmen weren't enough to keep me by, I'd simply breeze through them.

Nothing and I mean nothing, would hold me back. I've known him for years, we'd been together for years, under the guise of royalty. He'd been fighting his silly wars with the others, I'd stay behind as an assistant. I hadn't known of his deeds, I was simply a blind helper, turning from whenever someone presented a bad thing. Because my lord wouldn't do this, right? He wouldn't, right? No. No, he would never. He would never be the villain, he wouldn't. He was the greatest king in Aronsens, the greatest ruler we'd ever had, but now he was simply the villain? I refused to believe it. I'd been turning a blind eye, letting myslef believe the silly little lies I told myself.

What stupidity.

Really, really why had I trusted him?

He was just using me.

I was just a pawn.

He was playing a game.

And yet I trusted him. Idolized him. But a lowly servant reporting to him, the king. What an honor. Right?

This skin was not mine.

I knew this. I knew this well.

I tied my hair back. I would be finding him, and killing him. He'd played his stupid games far too long.

I'd kill him. I'd kill him, and all his stupid followers. I'd kill him and every ideal that went with it.

Everyone around me was back.

THey would fall. THem and their stupid desires, their stupid idealogies.

I ran up the stairs before me. I ran to the castle, to the room of the thorns. THe room of thorns.. What a place.

There, there is where I'd plunge my sword into him. Where I'd pierce his heart and hope to die no more.

But they got to me first.

"This is where you fall, my lord."

He'd replied with a sad smile.

"Not before you."

Our fight was not long, it was shorter than could be.

It wasn't that he was good- It was that I was bad. He was graceful, his sword only blocking. I was clunky, I stabbed and stabbed and tried my hardest without any tactic. He never tried to hurt me. I hurt myself on my own accord. It was the room of thorns- What did I expect? The walls lines with rose bushes, the middle a simple fountain, cascading onto the floor. Sunlight shone through the roof, an open cobble.

Should I slip, it'd be onto the roses, or the stone.

He did not wish for my death. He wished never for this situation. He wished he could simply explain why.

But I was rash.

In the inches of water, I bled. He couldn't watch as I suffered. His lance, his lance... His lance was flung to the side. He stood upon my body. And then he knelt, putting my hand up to his face.

How stupid had a been. What insanity, what idiocrasy had brought me to this situation? What had I done to be in this position, inches away from death?

"Oh, Enoch. However did this happen. I wish you well, my..." The noble trailed off.

We both knew what he wanted to say. He couldn't say it, but we knew. I'd ruined it all , my crazy outburst ruined our friendship.

My final breath was a shaky one. It was released as he looked away.

''I wish you well."

A single tear fled to the water, before flung away.

I, Lord Enoch, was dead, and by the glorious King Ademars hand. At least. That's the story that was told. For it was a lie, but dead men tell no truths. The living tell only lies.

After that, the room of thorns was forever flowing with my blood. The roses no longer bloomed pink, they bloomed a deep, dark red, tainted by such which had bled out of me. And sunlight was cursed to shine onto the very spot, in which I, the deranged lord had died.