The Royal Chronicles - Book One-
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She felt like there was something missing from her life. As if she's forgetting something or someone; someone very important. Something in her pulls away, telling her that this was all a big joke and that...
Okay, so since you guys are new and you're probably still trying to figure what might be happening... I'm going to be nice and say that the start of this chapter is somewhere else. I think you'd figure it out. But if you don't, I'm just saying. when there's extra space between paragraphs, then that means we're going into another scene.
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Everything was beautifully blended with the pitch-black rocks and the smoky fog. Too dark to even see past a few buildings, when walking down Dark Valley. A few black wolves walked in front, checking every corner, looking out for their master. By looking at their eyes only, it's easy to say that they were hungry. Hunger for blood. Behind the wolves, a tall man wearing a black robe walked fast. His walk itself shouted confidence and power. He's already late for the meeting; though he'd like to think that one is never late for an event when they're the King; everyone's just simply too eager to meet him.
The storm had taken much more time than he thought it would, and sorting out everything with that team delayed him, and he didn't like it one bit.
"Open the gates," he lowly said to one of the wolves. The main hall came into view with only a few streetlights illuminate the beauty. The palace lingered around the background in the cold night. No light were turned on in that building to symbolize the night to give respect for the dead ones.
He never understood why the buildings had to be designed and colored, all that mattered was that it should be big. Big enough to hold the whole population of the city, big enough to make him satisfied for being the most dangerous man on earth.
The wolf trotted down fast, not wanting to upset his master and whined at the guards in charge of the gates. The guards seem to understand and hurriedly opened the metaled barrier, dropping anything they had in their hands before. They knew what'd happened to the previous guard, when he was late to opening the gates.
Soon, the sickly handsome man walked pass letting the guards know the close behind, to which they bowed. The fog cleared up as he walked, as if giving him a path to the entrance of the main hall. The door was open, and he could hear the men inside talking about the storm and laughing, not worried of their future punishments. The man growled animal-like and stomped his feet as he walked into the brightly lit hall.
There were men and women occupied on each chair except for the head. They sat at the long table, that was filled with colorful and delicious food, but no one has touched anything at all, they wouldn't dare. Each person had a lady standing behind, their heads bowed and hands held together in front. The place looked as if it was holding a very posh but strict dinner; with men wearing expensive suits and the women showing their beauty with gorgeous, body length dresses.
Once the man entered the room, everyone quietened down. The ladies standing behind, bowed to him and the man sitting to the right of the empty chair stood up.
