Forgotten History

The snow fell and dance a sad slow song and the wind let out cries of pain. The cold sun glared down at the white furred kal. He brushed his hair out of his cold blue eyes and up at the moss covered kingdom. A confused and cold kalon stood outside the castle gates, freezing slowly before the protected kingdom. Chills of anger and horror ran down his spine, as he took in a shaky breath and started a walk into the kingdom. It was deathly quiet as the cold kalon walked past forgotten history, as wagons sat in streets filled with goodies and delights. 


The kalon kept walking, as the world frozen in time set him of greatly. Nothing moved, nothing changed, nothing made sound. It felt all wrong to him, it was all wrong. Nothing here was real, it was all fake. Like a set for a play, or a body posed and covered in wax. It was so real it was fake, so fake it was real. As he walked down the plays set he could imagine the types of people roaming the kingdoms streets. The ghost of a baker and her daughter walked past him, holding out treats holiday themed giving them out for free to those in need and those who would take them. More and more ghosts of people flooded into his visions as the people of the kingdom greeted each other with kind words and small smiles, it was almost perfect. Almost. 

It was all taken away, a dark blue cloud washed over him and the ghosts. The perfect kingdom was lost, and there in the middle of the kingdom laid the king’s son, curled up and crying. He cried out in pain, and to his people. Wanting to be forgotten as-well. [300/300]