(Author's Note: Warning in advance! This is one of my longest chapters ever! And there's a bit of gore in it, so you've been warned~! Thanks for your patience btw <3)
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Longing.
That's the first thing he felt.
Wherever he went, cities fell silent.
Wherever he looked entire kingdoms fell.
Whenever he drew breath, another life was taken.
And as time went on....
His loneliness only grew.
Along with his insanity.
And when he looked at his reflection....
Something else stared back.
"Why....?"
That was all he could say before his vision turned to black.
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Puck was suddenly shaken awake before he could finish his all too vivid dream.
"A dream? That was more of a nightmare if anything.... Or....a memory?" He quickly shook his head of these thoughts as he turned to the young maid at the side of his bed.
She couldn't have been older than 16, her hair falling past her shoulders in a ocean of blue curls that matched perfectly with her breathtaking baby blue eyes.
She wore the standard maid attire and was currently clutching a empty silver dining tray to her chest as she gave Puck a low bow.
"His majesty has requested your presence. Your clothes have already been prepared for you. You'll find them in your wardrobe. Please put them on and report to the throne room as soon as you finish." She says respectfully be promptly standing straight and exiting the room.
Puck could only blink in surprise at her bluntness and the coldness of her tone.
It was like a robot just told him the weather or something.
He quickly decided that it'd be for the best to go meet the old wolf before he came to find him himself.
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When Puck walked into the throne room, he was greeted by the usual sight of the old king sitting on top his throne.
But instead of the room being empty, save for a few knights here and there....
There were four people standing in front of the King.
The first person was a large dark skinned man that could only be described as a hulking pile of muscle. He was completely bald and wore heavy dark grey plate armor with black accents. A humongous broadsword and shield were strapped firmly to his back. He held a horned helmet under his arm and he gave Puck a small wave in greeting.
The next person also ha dtge shape of a man, albeit a lot smaller than the previous. The reason why Puck couldn't tell what gender they were was due to the dark hood all of their features. They wore loose black leather armor with brown accents. Two long, curved, daggers with gold ornamental designs along the blades hung loosely from his hips.
The third person in line was actually a female with a wooden staff. The woman herself was drop dead gorgeous with voluptuous curves in all the right places. Puck couldn't help but admire her from a distance, but couldn't for long as her piercing emerald green eyes bore a hole into his skull. Her bright crimson hair matched beautifully with the red gem held in the head of her staff, and she had red lipstick on to match.
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