His Majesty lay on a white bed in a black room. His torso was bare, his hair mussed. He had not opened his eyes since the man had entered the room.
"It's that- that place, Your Majesty," he said.
"Hmm?"
"Forgive me for disturbing you, but- the kingdom is demanding you do something about it. It killed a couple of wandering children two days ago and I fear the kingdom might riot against you if you do not do anything about that place. Your Majesty."
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Black Zone
Short StoryA King. A creature stuck in a dark prison made of its own pain. And for some reason, these two are meant to be. {Honorable Mention in the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards}
