He cannot.
I know this.
The King
if he even is one
is young
and
ignorant
he is
nineteen years of
foolishness
no match for
thousands of years
of
undaunted
unrestrained
me.
I am
the Black Zone.
I sent the rain
the lightning
the snow
the thunder;
I destroyed my
kingdom
and he
he barely has one.
He is nothing.
I am
everything.
YOU ARE READING
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}
