Thraa

Chapter One

Before...

In the Ruined and barren world of Thraa a weary king sits on his throne.

At first glance he looks more like a ghost than a magistrate, with strange white eyes that are misted over with a sorrow too awful to bear. His almost transparent hair flows over his slender shoulders with the grace of a long lost flair in his personality. Pale skin stretches over his bones like a tight suit and gives him a look of drained youth. This king stares straight ahead in horror at something that cannot be seen, but is there.

onlookers would assume he was very much dead.

But there are no onlookers except for strange obsidian eyes that glare at him from the fog.

Finally he heaves himself out of his chair and glares at the pair of eyes staring hungrily at him from the shadows.

The king looks in stunned silence at the broken world before him.

Onlookers would swear they could see salty, bitter tears running down his pale cheeks

But there are no onlookers except the deformed creature that looms out of the mist with a smug posture as it senses the man's fear.

"Time has finally caught up with you hasn't it Drodulius?" the lost one cackles.

The king stares at the demon with an almost solemn expression.

"If death must take me," says the man with a voice as old as time and weak from disuse, "then may it be so"

"Good, I have waited for too long for this moment" the creature grins as he descends upon the helpless on man with a blood curdling shriek.

Crimson spills onto the throne as a purr of content emits from the lost one as it runs its fingers through the king's blood.

And oh, does this lost one have stories to tell...