This story is written in taglish.
In the land of Glyswing where magic was forbidden, unfortunate future carved by the hand of a tyrant; people suffering, cruelty from the guards occurs, and unjust place ruled by a ruthless king, Peter Godwinson.
He was raised with hatred, greed and frightful past by the former king, his father Luther.
Either live or die.
Glyswing became an embodiment kingdom of hell; where no one can escape, only death can help you free. Feared by other kingdoms on its incredible way of ruling. Anyone who would cross the lines execution is the easiest retribution.
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I opened my eyes----out of breath while holding my throat. I keep panting and coughing, tears and sweats coursing down my face rapidly, anxious hoarse voice broke out because of an excruciating pain nailed more than a hundred times against my chest.
A cackling sinister of someone from my unforgiving dream, it swirls like paranoia that keeps on bantering my mind. A leader that would make this all happen.
Who is he?
(This is an unedited story version but still trying to edit this flawlessly. For the meantime bear with my grammars, proper usage of punctuation and such. Tenkyuuuu!!❤)