The King couldn't see anything. The memories were gone, and it seemed like he was on the ground, sitting, his fingers grasping the dirt at his sides. But it didn't feel like dirt.
It felt more like ash.
"I'm sorry," the King said to the darkness.
The darkness was silent.
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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}
