He's finally dead, that bloody King is finally dead, died of a heart attack right in his own throne room and all because he thought my ghost was haunting him, it's laughable. Unlike what the old king believed I'm not dead, I've been alive all these years.
(flashback)
It was just after the war had finished and I hauled myself from the mess of bodies, being careful not to agravate my wounds that were burning like hell. If I'm honest, it's a miracle I didn't die.
As I dragged myself along I came across an old cottage, in which a kind woman lived and there I healed for 2 years, carefully regaining my strength.
It was late in the year 1965 when I was finally strong enough to make my way to the area surrounding the castle even then I didn't decide to reveal myself to the King and take back my place as Captain of the guard, no, instead I opened a bakery in the town of Хаос.
The End
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The demise of a king
Short StoryAn old king killed one of his knights during a war, now the ghost is back to haunt him... Or is it?
