Post by Beo on Oct 13, 2016 11:55:20 GMT -4
Prompt: A war is lost.
The tall figure walks slowly, legs shaking, through the scorched and ajar palace doors. He wears a shabby cloak and holds a circular object in his bandaged hands. The man kneels in the middle of the court, pressing his hands against the cold marble floor, ignoring everything on fire around him, ignoring the screams and cries of war outside. Light from what was once a beautifully painted dome, now a hole in the roof, shines upon his head.
The object in his hand is revealed to be a crown, perhaps that of a prince. His crown. In a fit of anger, he throws it across the room and watches it hit the wall and drop onto the floor loudly. The Prince has finally cracked. He begins sobbing into his hand, reminded of the destruction and death that had engulfed the land. Because of him. Finally, he lies down on the ground and watches debris fall everywhere around him. Slowly, but surely, the fires engulf the palace and its Prince.
The tall figure walks slowly, legs shaking, through the scorched and ajar palace doors. He wears a shabby cloak and holds a circular object in his bandaged hands. The man kneels in the middle of the court, pressing his hands against the cold marble floor, ignoring everything on fire around him, ignoring the screams and cries of war outside. Light from what was once a beautifully painted dome, now a hole in the roof, shines upon his head.
The object in his hand is revealed to be a crown, perhaps that of a prince. His crown. In a fit of anger, he throws it across the room and watches it hit the wall and drop onto the floor loudly. The Prince has finally cracked. He begins sobbing into his hand, reminded of the destruction and death that had engulfed the land. Because of him. Finally, he lies down on the ground and watches debris fall everywhere around him. Slowly, but surely, the fires engulf the palace and its Prince.
