I hope it was alright to type it up… I made small minor changes, but nothing to change anything about the story at all.
Chapter I
Once in a land now forgotten, there reigned a King, Parshian, who ruthlessly ruled the Kingdom we now know as The Desolate Kingdom, or The Shatters.
Lord Parthian dresses in an Emerald Coloured robe, lined with golden edges. He wore a large, gold crown which was said to have a legendary power in thick the wearer could control opposing armies to add to his own legion.
Lord Parshian sat in his ruby encrusted thrones looking rather lifeless and still. Suddenly the large, iron doors flew open and a tall being entered the Kings Chamber. “Halt!” The Chamber Guards ordered simultaneously, whilst sharply pointing their spears at the ghastly being.
The Figure continued towards the King, two beings followed on each side. One clothed in a brilliant red robe, he was clutching a wand with a golden rod and a red stone engulfed in flames and this one stood on his left. The other follower to his right wore a semi-transparent, Ice-blue robe, he was holding a wand with another golden rod, but instead of a red stone, it contained an Ice Crystal which flowed with a blue essence.
Finally, the tall, mysterious Being in the middle, stopped dead in front of the Kings’ throne and bowed to him.
Parshian slowly turned his head towards this strange Being until his eyes were fixed on it.
An eerie silence fell throughout the Castle. “WHO?” Parshian demanded. He gave a cold, deadly stare to the intruder.
“They call me Twilight, The Eternal.” It replies in an ominous, raspy voice.
“Your Offerings.” The King ordered.
“I bring no relics…” It replied craftily.
The Guards drew their blades from their sides and advanced towards the intruders. Parshian lifted his hand towards his guards showing them his palm.
They halted.
“…But I bring to you, ancient stones,” the Intruder continued.
He held up four magical stones, one red, one blue, one yellow, and one green.
“What good to me is worthless pebbles?” Parshian asked.
“These ‘pebbles’ will forever serve you for one small request,” It said, snidely.
“Go on,” Parshian told It.
“You will allow me to serve you also, not as a slave, but as your loyal ally.”
At that moment, Lord Parshian arose from being seated in his throne.
“Bring me the Sentient Staff!” He boomed.
“But… But I can bring you power, my Lord,” it desperately begged.
The Kings’ priest brought the staff to him with honour and placed it in Parshian’s hands.
“I can grant you power, the power to defeat any army… in a blink of an eye!” It bragged out of fright.
The king approached the desperate Being. As he walked towards him, its disciples backed away.
“Please, my lord,” It cried, “Show me mercy!”
Parshian raised the staff in the air and slowly pointed it towards the Being. “NOOOOO!” It screeched.
Then, Silence.
Chapter II
The Being opened Its eyes slowly and surely.
“I am dead!” It said.
“No,” A Kingly voice answered.
“What?” It asked cluelessly.
It lifted its head enough to see that dreaded staff hovering in front of Its unseen face.
“Yes,” The voice answered.
“Yes?” It replied.
“You WILL NOT SERVE ME, but you WILL RULE alongside me.” The voice told It.
Its head lifted, even more, to see Lord Parshian offering It the staff.
“The Staff is yours to keep,” Parshian said.
“Thank you for being so merciful, My Lord, I am most grateful.”
It opened Its palm, a purple glow freed itself from Its grasp and guided the Multicoloured gemstones towards the King. When they reached him, they began to rotate around his abdominal area.
“I. FEEL. POWER!” Parshian roared.
This could be heard from even The Crawling Depths and even the shallowest ends of The Abyss.
Suddenly, Purple flames engulfed the Kings’ hands. Enriched with power, his eyes widened, and a sinister smile appeared on his face, then a cunning whisper echoed. Through the halls of the castle called.
“Finally, I… LIVE!”
Parshian the immediately fell to his knees, holding his stomach in agony. He groaned and then began intensely thumping the ground repeatedly.
“WHAT… HAVE… YOU… DONE!?” Enquired the bewildered King.
“I have done nothing,” Twilight the Mysterious being answered.
The Gemstones stopped spinning around the Kings waist and they themselves dropped to the platinum tiled floor as if they were stationary for a few seconds and then began to frantically whiz across the floor, spinning and flipping from side to side. While as to bury themselves in the platinum tiles, causing an immensely annoying, blood-curdling screech.
Parshian and the crystals started to slow down as if their suffering was coming to an end.
When they finally stopped, they fell to the ground, stationary and lifeless.
A purple entity lifted itself out of King Parshian and the Crystals, and Twilight slowly backed away from them, heading towards the door.
Parshian flinched and wheezed. As he wheezed, a purplish has exited his mouth.
It arched from his mouth to the ground forming a bodily figure.
All in the Kings Chamber at that time stopped moving and stared, overwhelmed with curiosity.
Once the purple mist had finished congregating, Parshian lifted himself up and staggered to his feet and gasped, not just for breath, but because the purple figure was identical to him.
The Creature started to advance towards the centre of the Chamber.
Parshian smiled.
“You smile?” The Creature asked. “Why!?”
Parshian let off a quiet laugh.
“Why are you LAUGHING!?” Questioned the Creature, pulsing with (immense) rage.
The Laugh grew louder and louder as if the King has finally gone mad. Ylandrus, the Kings Jester, wandered into the Chamber, wondering what all the commotion was about, to find a deranged King cackling hysterically and what seemed to be the Kings purple identical twin roaring with rage.
“How come not a single person told me about the new Jester?” Ylandrus whispered.
The Purple Creature then began to calm down and the Kings laughter came to an end.
“Do you not know what I am?” The Creature enquired.
“Yes,” replied the King.
“What am I then?”
“You are…”
“Are?”
“STUPID!” Burst the King.
“No, I am… was the Prisoner of those Crystals.”
“Pebbles.” The King interrupted.
“And I shall NEVER carry the burden of them EVER again.” The Creature hissed, bitterly.
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