Author: creativitycurrent PM
regret, sadness, lonliness. these are a few of the emotions the weigh down the heart of the fallen king as he looks upoon the ruins of his kingdom. he seeks retribution and repentence in preserving the memory of those that he wronged. his people, his family, his pantheon. REVIEWS WANTEDRated: Fiction K - English - Words: 416 - Published: 11-09-12 - id: 3072923
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A/N – hey I'm not sure if I will write this fully it's a bit of an idea that's been milling around in my brain for a while so if you could send a review to see if it's worth completing that would be highly appreciated :) enjoy.
The chill of the seat is the little I can feel, as I sit and stare at the scene before me. Eleven empty seats, a barren hearth. It's my fault. It was my arrogance and my childishness that caused the death of this pantheon and soon it will be my turn as well. I will leave behind something to show that we were here. It is the least I can do to preserve their memory. So as I sit upon this cold throne. In this decaying city, crowning this fogged mountain. Presiding over a people who think of the myths, the hero's, the victories, and the teachings as folklore.
As my memory fades as I reach the end I will record every god and every creature I can recollect. Whose demise was a product of my inability to rule them justly. Even now as I write this I think of this as my punishment to be the last. To feel the loneliness and regret that chains my heart down now. To have previous experiences rushing through my head I can almost out of the corner of my eye see their figures in the swirls of the fog. I watch them sit in their thrones. I watch as they go about their daily lives and I take them for granted.
It is like a play that has been engineered by them to torture and plague my very soul until I fade myself. And I would not blame them. Maybe in the past I would get revenge or hide behind my latest mortal fancy on earth while it blew over. But I will bare this as their king I will face their judgement. If only I had had these epiphanies earlier maybe these shadows could be real maybe I could proudly sit atop my throne and watch this city of pillars and beauty with pride and self-worth. Not this pitiful king sitting among the fog surrounded by the ruins and shadows of what could have been. Even this pathetic effort of my records is a small retribution but I shall continue anyway for my heart could bear to have my last moments absorbed within my self-pity.
But it is too late.