"Another painting on the wall, they never seem to impress me". With each step of the fancy stair, a new painting showed up, painting over painting, finally leaving me to the bottom floor, "I have to get my head out of the gutters" with my right hand going up and down the back of my head, slightly brushing my hair I slowly began to turn my heel, allowing me to turn my body around. Still having my hand in the railing, I began to lift up my head to raise my view, there before me stood the family painting, centering me, there only child and heir to the future thrown. I'm sick of these colors, why being enchanted with colors when mine are black and grey.
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Blue Moon
FantasyIn a well known kingdom lived a young prince. Responsible and logical was he, he was was ready to meet his fate as future to the thrown when a big impact changed his life experiences and exactions.
