"Queen My foot"
Duran scoffed as he walked away from the garden furiously towards his room.
As he walked on ,he could see workers hurrying past him each greeting as they walk past him and then a thought crossed his mind.
'After all I only need Mira for the main time so my plans can work out'
He opened the door to his room and walked in, everywhere looked neater and scented nicer than when he had left.
'I guess the servants had come to clean this place, while I left'
He layed heavily on the bed as thoughts of what his next plans would be raced through his mind.
Duran could could feel the softness of the bed getting to him as he laid on the bed,soon he began to feel sleepy and his eyes began to feel heavy.
He gave in and slept off
* * * *
Duran stood in the Royal Court, there was no one in the court. It was just him and the throne was standing empty afront him.
He placed his hand on the throne and felt the throne softly with is hands, he could feel little substances on it. He raised his hand to see what it was and then he realized
Dust.
He instantly knew that no one had been on the throne for a very long time.
A smile appeared on his face.
He turned his back to the throne, wanting to sit on it ignoring the dust on it. He just wanted to know how it feels to be sitting on the throne when his environment changed.
He saw himself outside the Royal Court and swallo6hard hard at the destruction around him.
Dead bodies lay everywhere, what seemed to be a great kingdom was now in rubble and he could feel that something felt different.
The atmosphere was filled with violence.
Duran heard various sounds from afar and turned to where the sounds where coming from and could see dust rising from where the sounds were made.
Then he heard something clearly from another side that was when he realized he was at the middle of a battle.
Terrified and confused he stood still as there was now here to run to, the dust had started closing in on him.
At a far distance, he saw a female riding a horse leading some set of people, she wore knight clothing and was holding a shield with one hand her sword sheathed into it's scabbard.
He knew he had seen her before but his the face he had seen was vague but he knew she was familiar to him.
At the other end of the road, he saw a Male charging forward. He seemed to be the leader.
But what he saw made him limp making him immobile.
Up ahead Charging furiously towards the female was himself.
DURAN.