I watched the heavy doors slowly creep open as if by magic. After all, as far as I can tell, no one is touching the handles.
A long runway carpet extends from the entrance to the stairs leading to the throne. The room shines with a mysterious glow, as the opal-like wall reflects light in a fascinating way. But the splendor of the Empire's throne room dulls in place of the man seated on the throne. My father, Emperor Helio. The most powerful man in the entire land. I gulp nervously even though he is just a small figure in the distance within this massive throne room.
