Another door opens. But I am so weary. Each door takes me farther from my kingdom, each threshold crossed I lose more. My troops are dead, my limbs weak, I’ve forgotten what I seek.
Eleanor, my love. I will return.
I grip my sword and step through. What demons lurk within?
Mist clouds my vision, and carries me against my will. When it clears, I am in a twisted forest of ashen trees. I call out, but only silence replies. No life breathes here, no demons lurk. I witness charred copse after charred copse, breathing in ash, until I reach a familiar meadow.
Eleanor, I am home!
But, oh! What broken dreams are these? My heart shatters with grief.
No king deserves this. I kneel upon blackened fields before my cursed kingdom, I have failed thee.
My tower is ruined, inside is a farewell note.
I sit alone with my tarnished crown upon my head, high in my silent kingdom of ash, swathed in blankets of dust, and weep upon the bones of my love.
In response to: FFfAW Challenge-Week of April 4, 2017
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