An ominous atmosphere...
Gusty wind filled with remorse...
The moon slowly turning from pitch black to grey.......
There stood a castle, dim and eerie...
The throne, which should have a majestic presence of power and regality is now null and lifeless.
The King, who was the personification of the throne, slept quietly in his royal suite, resting in peace, face still and unreadable.
Yet his wound spoke, right at heart, a broken spoke of an arrow, surronded by rubified stones of blood, gleaming in the gloomy moonlight.
His queen, the love of his life and the miracle of his existence, stood beside him, holding his hand between hers, her dusty rose lips trembling in sorrow.
Looking at his face, she bent down to kiss his forehead, her tears falling on his eyelids.
It looked almost like the King was sobbing to leave his queen alone.
Every men and women of nobility, stood in silence, mourning their King.
At the doorway, stood a lad, donned up in royal decks, hands on the royal crown, jeweled with finest gemstones. His fingers slided over it's gilded,lustrous surface and gripped it tightly.
Looking at his woeful state, an armoured guy, almost as same age as him, came near him and patted his shoulder, rubbing it to console him.
Tears stained the crown he held, the truth slowly sinking in.
The King is no more....
He lifted his head to see his mother turning pale as snow, her eyes distant and lost.
Her shoulders were drooping, her midnight blue iris, where he found warmth and affection, has lost all its color.
His heart clutched at his mother's grief-stricken face and felt helpless that he couldn't do anything about it.
Nobles filed in and out of the room, laying black roses around their King, stifling their sobs and cries of lament in front of the Queen and the Prince.
Taking in all these, the Prince drifted his eyes for a moment of ease but then he saw her.
The potrairt of Mother Goddess
The Goddess stood with elegance and solemnity, her delicate body hugged with robes of golden and black silk, a blinding light orb in one palm and a mystical darkness orb in another, her face calm yet striking, lips curved into a subtle smile while her eyes glowed with kindness.
SHE WHO GUIDES US TO PEACE
Seeing her potrait, which hung opposite the King's bed, the Prince stormed towards it and threw the potrait, watching it tumble on the floor , his eyes blazing red with anger.
The atmosphere tensed up quickly and the nobles were unsure what move to take.
Suddenly the Queen got up from her seat and walked slowly towards His Majesty's feet, her flowing cape trailing behind.
The Prince looked at his mother, confused.
She took a deep breath, took her crown off her head and placed it in front of the King's feet.
She smiled at him and with a hushed whisper at last, she fell onto the ground, holding his feet.
The shaman rushed towards Her Majesty and checked what's wrong. The Prince looked at her bewildered and all the nobles were taken aback.
The Shaman got up, her eyes directly looking at the Prince, shaked her negatively and hung her head down, letting out soft whimpers
The Nobles gasped, hard to believe what they just heard.
As the Prince looked at his mother with horrified eyes,
the moon turned dark once again.....
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