"What in the world happened?!"
Ventus' voice rang out across the ornate marble tiles. Bouncing through the decorated walls until they fell upon one man.
He slowly looked up from his throne. It took too much effort. Far too much. This was almost a seemingly impossible task and yet as Ventus began approaching him, he pressed on in sitting up.
It had been years since he last saw his little girl and now here she was.
Finally reaching him, Ventus stifled a cry by covering her mouth. Despair and anguish tore through her heart as she saw the pitiful condition her father was in.
Instead of the youthful, muscular, and commanding well adorned man she remembered, now sat the equivalent of a withered skeleton.
His pale complexion was now white and translucent. The muscular body he once boasted of had long been gone and in its stead was a bony figure. Furthermore, he looked like he had undergone rapid aging.
