ShadedPrince

JUST A MEMORY AWAY FROM MY HEART Darren stepped up to the only remaining throne on the Isle. It was the same old throne it had always been since he had first saw it. But now it was covered in cracks and the carvings were dust covered. After so many years he had made a deal, which would give him back his only pride and joy. His mind was mentally set on sitting on this throne now, the king’s throne, his throne. Darren sat down and looked about the room darkly. He readjusted his legs to a more comfortable position and soothed his arms on the great stone rests. He allowed himself to blink, for out of the window was nothing but pitch black,