The Lost Soul
The evening was uneventful. The halls of the palace were silent and dark. Dusk covered the surfaces of all the furniture. The Grand room was dimly lit from the burning candles. The palace was slowly being over taken by the vines from the unkempt gardens. The gardens set high above the palace walls. The queen would water and tend to them every day, but due to her absences nothing but vines and weeds have taken over the once beautiful gardens. The servants took over watering the gardens, but because of the kings anger he sent them all away.
He would wonder the halls reminiscing over his lost queen. The once great palace was now a dark dim place where nothing but sadness ruled. The table where the king and queen would eat was now covered with rotting food, and bugs. In the bed room set a large broken bed, big enough for two. The sheets were ripped, feathers from the pillows were scattered all over the floor. Opposite of the bed hung a large painting of the king and queen that was now cut in two. It appeared as if a large sword simply swiped through it. The windows of all the rooms were shattered, glass set everywhere on the floors.
“I don’t know where I went wrong!” the king shouted as he set in his chair, facing the large fire place. His clothes were torn and hung sloppily from his body. A tiny voice echoed in the back of his head, “You know what you must do.”
He looked around, startled by the voice.
“Who is there?”
There was no answer. The only sound the king heard was the sound of the cracking fire.
“It’s been here the entire time, and you know how to use it,” the voice said, now even louder. A guest of wind violently blew out the fire in the fireplace. The room suddenly grew dark. The king turned around in circles, now even more frighten by the voice.
All of a sudden the hall filled with a mysterious blue light. The king turned to see the fire place was now filled with a large blue flame. The glow of the flame put the once frighten king into a trance. He slowly walked closer to the blue glowing flame. The bricks in the back of the fireplace began to crumble and fall revealing a dark hallway. The king pasted right through the flame into the dark hallway. As the king mad his way farther into the dark hallway the blue flame disappeared. The king stood there in the dark smiling.
“I will rule this world.”
The hall then became lit buy several more blue flames. The hall wasn’t a hall; it was a large temple full of Golems. The Temple was now filled by the echoing sound of the king’s laughter.