A loud thunder crack rumbled throughout the town, it had been pretty late in the day, however it was very dark due to the immense storm cloud covering the once blue and clear beautiful sky. There had been a castle, large and proud set atop of a hill surrounding a bustling city of a town, people coming and going as they made triads and met new people from other towns, much to their unknowing however, their queen had met her end. In the castle's mostly empty walls sat a prince, in a dark and gloomy throne room in which the young one had been grieving, He sat on the castle's cold hard and unforgiving floor, his knees shaking in fear as he stared, tears streaming down his cheeks with a terrified gaze painted on his face at what once had been his mother, shaky and gasping breaths exiting his lungs. Her body had been completely lifeless, blood covering her once perfectly clean, elegant blue dress as she had been sprawled out on the floor, cold dead and gone. While her body had been lying just barely two feet in front of him in it ever growing puddle of blood, her head was nowhere to be seen, a blood trail leading off to the shadows to prove that it was in fact here despite not being able to be seen in the darkness of the room, not that he would want to see it in the first place as that would only terrify him more. His gaze had finally left her body after what had felt like hours, moving his eyes to look at the sword he had been tightly grasping in his hand, the blade was bloody and the cold handle had begun to feel warm in his palm from the body heat of him grabbing onto it so tightly, his breathing getting heavier “What have I done..” the prince muttered to himself in a weak, shaky and childish whisper, as more loud sobs had left him, grieving the loss of which he had caused.
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