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.

Prologue

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.