He tried to shut all the voices out, when the question rises with the falling of Kingdoms.


“What does a man needs to become a king?” the darkness inquired with a bitter laugh.


He cupped his ears with his hands and pretended he heard nothing.

But darkness was stubborn unlike his shadows, who leaves their master behind with brightness.

It asked over and over till the he cried out of pain and suffering.


“A king needs a complete throne and a crown to rule!”, he shouted from emptiness.


Somewhere in darkness~he felt the smile that made his blood ran cold.
It laughed and laughed and made the whole world spin around his eyes.

He found himself standing on mountain of ashes where he caught the sight of fallen kings and their kingdom.

The darkness repeated again,

“What does a man needs to become a king?”


The horrors of sight made him to fall onto his knees as he cried out loud,

“I don't know!”


The darkness this time doesn't laugh but cried as the sky got covered with fabric of clouds and rain started to wash the burns.


“A man doesn't need a throne to sit or a crown to wear to become a king... as these things just burns away with time, he needs a kingdom of hearts to win- as they last forever.”


His tears washed away with rain, he gets on his feet and looked at the burned Kingdoms turning into orchards.


“Indeed! I shall acquire the hearts then the mere objects as they won't remember me when I falls but my people will!”


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