𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 ;; Father ghost.
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" 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳? "
He was the proud king of a fallen nation.
Though he felt guilt from the falling.
That could never stop him...
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" She was such a bright child. I do hope nothing has changed.. "
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Author pov
The scene starts with a black feathered bird with three legs, flying towards a large palace that looks to be surrounded by shadow. The winds were rough around the area, winds that made the dead tree's tilt and fall and that could blow the wilted flowers far towards the lighter area of the underworld.
The bird somehow managed to get through the wind with ease, with the wind not affecting its flight from the overworld. The black feathered bird landed on one of the windows of the dark palace and used its third leg to knock on the window lightly, making sure not to shatter the glass light last time.
The bird sat there and watched a figure form from the shadows. The figure slowly walked over to the window sill that the bird was on and looked down at them with his mesmerising (eye colour) eyes that pierced through the birds black pupils. The master of this palace was truly one to admire and fall for, his skin may look dead but it still looked quite soft to touch, while his lips were a bruised colour that matched with his dead skin.
His (hair colour) hair gleaming in the light dimly lit candles that have lit themselves when he made himself present to the palace. " i do hope you're not here to waste my time.... crow "
