This is the end. The end of me, of my kingdom, of peace, of everything. Everything anyone has ever known.
I now lay here dying like a horrid, nasty beast. This is not the death I deserve. I deserve an honorable death in my palace. With all my subjects watching as I take my last breath. Then I should be set in the peaceful water foe my body to sink gently below. And there is where I should remain.
But it has all been taken from me. Stolen from me like how a winter steals the warm air and the wind. Now I lay like a ravaged animal.
What has come of my life? What has come of my kingdom? Of my gold? What is going to happen to my beloved kingdom? I have no heir to continue my work, no one who knows what to do next. No one knows. They know nothing. Nothing about anything. Maybe they'll find my parchments on which I have written it all and will continue. Maybe...
What will happen to me? Will they ever find me before my body gets claimed by the elements? Will they put my body in the sea? Like a hero's? Or will they just leave it to be destroyed by the weather? So many questions and no time or answers.
I must say that this is the end. The end of me. I can't keep my head up. So now I shall say it one last time:
This is the end. Good bye.
