eleven ✶ memory;
You think you may choke, each breath rattling in your chest, and all the words you cannot say tumble in your stomach like boulders down a mountain. It is not happiness.
Between your hands, clutched tight and burning against your skin, is the silver-white stone. The light has gone now - you are master, indeed, and the Dragon will bow only once; kings are stubborn creatures. But how can you care? You hold a king in your palm, and He gifts the power to destroy the Kingdom of Man, the Kingdom of Heaven, the kingdom of all that holds you tight.
It is hatred that courses through your veins, but it is freedom you taste on your tongue.
You will watch an empire shatter.
You will watch a god burn.
Six figures enter, and they carry the broken chains of fate. They will destroy the world.
And you, you will light the way.