Aaron sat in the corner of his bedroom and wept. This couldn't be happening... He couldn't do this, he couldn't even be a prince, let alone a king.
His father had died two weeks prior, and now his mother was in bed, speechless and immobile. He was about to be the only living heir to the throne.
Please don't die, please don't die, please don't die... I can't do this, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't....
His mother's nurse came into the room. She stared at the pitiful boy in the corner.
"The Queen requests your presence, your highness, it is... urgent"
He didn't move, he just started at her, fear swimming in his eyes. The nurse held out her hand, trying to bring the boy to his dying mother.
Aaron didn't go with her. He pushed himself deeper into the corner, and the new King hung his head in shame.
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry...
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Seadra opened her eyes. The world was a mass of orange and red. The liquid fire invaded her lungs.
She should've died.
She should've been dead, like her brother, like her parents.
It wasn't her fault.
It wasn't her fault.
It wasn't her fault...
It wasn't her fault?
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Fireflies
FantasyI tried publishing this story previously, but writers block and general mental chaos made the story less than what I wanted to write, so; this story will not have any update schedule, updates will be few and far between, but I will put in as much ef...
