Swordtember Prompt 12: Void
Lord Damocles
Nothing but a tarnished memory.
A long-forgotten hero ripped from his glory and fame far too soon. A rebel turned tyrant.
In hindsight, he should have planned it better. He was far too…impatient. He was so close, so very close to winning back his throne. But that damnable pen snatched that away from him. Oh, how she will rue the day-
Damocles coughs for a moment, and his breath blows a little dust from his rainguard.
He looks up in this dusty underground shaft and sees nothing but darkness. How long has he been down here? Years maybe? He mostly slept in this prison after he was sealed here by her. He remembers her, a tall winged pen with glass and metal core. Her pen tip is golden, etched with decorative lines around an elegant face.
She was beautiful. That beauty gave him life eternal like the Relics of yore.
That same beauty she used to ensnare him in her magic seal and threw him down the deepest well in the kingdom he built.
A piece of golden ichoridic tendtrial enters his sight. He knows that these strings are fraying from the strain of holding his weight. If he waits a little longer, maybe one or two of these will break.
“Oh, my beloved Imaginie, how I long to meet you again.”
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