Kingdom Dark

Chapter 1; The hanging

He woke with a start. Maybe it was all just a dream, and that the sword was not implanted into the ground. Maybe the grass was still green, the village wasn't dark. But that dream was reality. The walls in his house were black, making the room darker then normal. The only light in his room was his blue lantern. He wondered what the rest of the village looked like.

He slipped out of the covers on his bed, stepping onto the floor. The floor was more warm then usual. It felt nice on his feet. He grabbed his every day clothing and put them on. He looked into the broken mirror he had. Just like everyday, the same look. But today was different. If he played his cards right, not a single soul would know that it was his fault that the village was going to war.

But he started to think. What if someone saw! He would be killed for sure. If someone told the king he would be in deep trouble. Maybe the queen could calm him, but who knows. They just had their first child. She might be on edge.

He opened the door to his house and walked out, he closed the door and noticed everyone. People stood around, looking at the Queen and King. He could hear the sound of a baby crying. The princess.

He walked over to the crowd, and so did a few of the others who just came out of their homes. He noticed the Queen holding on tight to her child, and he knew why. When you went to war with other Kingdoms, the first born child dies. Since the Dark Kingdom declared war on them first, the princess must be killed.

The King stood up tall, and everyone shut their mouths. "My dear people! We have been attacked by the Dark Kingdom! I must know who let this happen!" He snarled. People started to look around at each other, talking. The boy started to get hot and sweaty. What if they knew he did it. What would happen to him. Suddenly the Queen stood. "It does not matter who let it happen, the Dark Kingdoms worrier men are scary, they must have been frightened."

Worrier men? The thing that came to him was no man. She was a woman, a tall and strong woman. Then he thought about it. Females were not normally aloud to be worriers. But it struck him. She was no worrier, she was the messenger. Messengers were usually females, but he thought they were werewolf's. "My dear, our baby will be killed! We need to know who did this!" The king spoke loudly.

Something in his mind told him to say something. Would they kill him? Would they hand him for what he has done? His feet started to walk on their own, making his way to the front of the crowd. The grey grass made no sound under his feet. People started to look at him, whispering. "Is he taking the blame?" Or, "He would never do such a thing!"

He stopped in front of the King. His words came out of his mouth, but it did not sound like him. "It was me, your Highness." He didn't know why he spoke, they would kill him! What was he thinking. The king looked down on him. "Very well then. Take him to the killing grounds!"

He knew he would be killed. The killing grounds were horrible, and with the grass becoming grey, and the bricks becoming black, it made it worse. He stood in new clothing now. He wore a grey shirt with cuts all over it, and a pair of black shorts that were also cut up. He knew many people, elf's, werewolf's, etc had been killed in these clothes. There were bloodstains, and water stains.

He saw the hanging place, then next to it the guillotine. They would let him choose the way he left this earth. He would choose to be hung, he couldn't think about letting his head get cut off. They brought him forward, and he saw the King. The Queen never came to these, she hated it. The soldiers tied his hands together, and pushed him forward.

"You will know choose which way you want to die. You have 3 minutes." The king spoke. He thought about it, he knew the way he wanted to leave the world. But he wouldn't just die, oh no. He would then go to the underworld and be judged there. He also thought about the fact that he was young and never got to be with someone, never have children, and never get old and die.

His body would be left there hanging for people to see, mainly the Dark Kingdom when they come. "I want to be hung, your highness." The king smiled. "Good choice."

The soldiers brought him into the platform. They put his head into the rope whole. His body got hot again and he started to sweat. He was going to die alone in this world, and he was going to die while everyone else watched.

After he was in the rope and they tightened it, the moved the floor broads. His feet dangled and hi neck hurt. He started to move his feet. But it was to late, his air was already cut off. He started to see nothing but black, and he stopped moving. The last thing he saw was a woman.

She was tall, and strong looking. She wore a female worrier outfit. And I'm her hand was a sword. A long, black sword that was used to kill Elf's. The king, and the queen were Elf's.

He died in time.