Something warm and crimson drips from his sword. His breath shakes, pupils shrunk into mere pinpricks.
This is wrong
Wrongwrongwrongwrong-
This is nothing new
He stands tall,purple cape blowing in the frigid wind. Dust and dew mixing with the scene. Shimmering moonlight casting its eyes upon the battlefield. The gaze lands softly upon its chosen,and illuminates all the fallen.
You know what to do
Grass turned to ash, and hope turned to death. The day is done,and the war is won.
His men stand behind him,stern horror on their features. Some are old, some much to young. Both agree on the monster in front of them.
The kings ghost,the kings mimic,the kings monster.
Never a brother
He turns behind him. The moon casting a halo around his head. The wind stuttering in his fragile grace . Slowly,and ever so sweetly A gentle,almost apologetic smile creeps on his face.
And perhaps, in just that moment-if even for a glimpse.
The monster became an angel. With wings of black poison to calm the nerves.
It must be done
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Dreams tears are the only thing more painful than the screams
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A helpful Guide on becoming the villain
FanfictionIn summary you wake up as nightmare. And of course it wouldn't be the one and only original nightmare. No- Like your a prince now? A prince foretold to bring this era towards destruction? You try to do good,but misunderstandings and being in the wro...
