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...