Jugger82
Singularity
- Joined
- Jul 23, 2010
- Location
- Blue Moon of Georgia
It was a joyous celebration today. It was the thirteenth anniversary of the King and Queen of the Witches. Within the holy cathedral of the country of Florensia, the king walks down slowly to the altar within a magical star-shaped carving on the ground. He would renew his vow with his queen...like the last thirteen years and promise great fortune for all of Witch kind.
As they stood on the altar, The king was happy when he was speaking his vows...but halfway through, the king cut himself short. He clasped his hand over his neck...small, yet nearly indestructible threads were choking him. Out of nowhere, as if riding on the strings, a boy came rushing down, breaking through the roof of the cathedral before quickly ending the king's life by cutting his head off. Raising his large sword into the air, he was now going to finish off the Queen...but he was too slow. One of her guards caught him and froze him in time to protect the queen...he stood immobile.
As they stood on the altar, The king was happy when he was speaking his vows...but halfway through, the king cut himself short. He clasped his hand over his neck...small, yet nearly indestructible threads were choking him. Out of nowhere, as if riding on the strings, a boy came rushing down, breaking through the roof of the cathedral before quickly ending the king's life by cutting his head off. Raising his large sword into the air, he was now going to finish off the Queen...but he was too slow. One of her guards caught him and froze him in time to protect the queen...he stood immobile.