In a dark room only lit from an open door on one side. A red cloaked man stood in front of a set of stairs carved from stone that sat opposite from the door.
"My lord, he has awoken." The man said as he dropped to one knee.
Bright blue eyes pierced the darkness from the top of the stairs. A figure shrouded in the utmost darkness moved along with the eyes.
"I know, I felt it." A deep raspy voice boomed from the figure. "Leave me." It came again.
"Yes my lord." The Red cloaked man left hastily.
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Of Ancient Kings
Science FictionThousands of years ago, the ancient kings fought. One of them won and in a last ditch attempt to beat the other the loser trapped them both in vials never to released again. 2080 - Metahumans have arisen and the world has grown accustomed to them...
