lontra47

He sat there, alone on his throne, holding the cold scepter in his hands, staring into space, deep in thought. He had done it, he had finally gotten everything, he had strived so hard to archive... But yet... He still felt as if something was missing...perhaps, the emptiness was from the sorrow, of the death of his beloved mother. Even thought he had gotten everything he had every wanted...He felt as if he had nothing...or rather had no one... His mother, now dead, she was the only one to have ever seemed cared about him, to ever truly love him, but now... she had gone, forever. The thought of his last words, she and him shared, and the