As The Spindle Rewinds

PROLOGUE

GORGEOUS, OH SO UTTERLY GORGEOUS. Nothing could ever compare to them as the sound of music resonates throughout the room.

Crashes could be heard, sounds of tearing apart in a fit of rage.

Nothing, and he means nothing. Could ever have even the audacity to compare themselves to such a divine source. The source of his life, his motivation.

He wailed out screams, hands clutched on his head. His body stumbling around the desolate room, hitting anything in his path.

The sound of cranking could be heard as a lullaby follows shortly after, soothing any quelled anger bottled up in his body. His chest falling and rising as he closes his eyes.

He looked up at the last piece he had yet to destroy. Oh, the picture in his room hanged up so high. As if he was nothing but a pawn for his king. He let out a scream as he makes his way to the painting.

The sound of the door to his chambers could be heard, steps entering his room shortly after.

The now ruined picture now was on full display on the floor. Tears run down his face, taking a step back, his back collides with the wall.

He opens his eyes, not daring to look at who was behind him. The figure behind him bowed, telling him a report about someone who had fallen from another world. This was it, it was finally happening once again.

It wasn't fair, how could they love her when she had absolutely nothing? He had sacrificed so much to be acknowledged as such and yet, she was praised. For doing the bare minimum, friendship is magic? Bullshit.

He'll make sure no mistakes happen this time. He'll make sure rage doesn't cloud his judgement, this plan was thoroughly calculated. If anything were to step out of plan, everything could be in ruins.

He'll make sure nothing repeats like before. He shall not fall this time. He will have the last laugh.

[Hope yall liked this, even though it's pretty short. :*(〃∇〃人)*:

-Sheepish, out!]