To the Tower
Jake’s clawed foot came down, a heavy breath leaving him as he stared at the tower, desolate yet standing among the ruins of a castle. The moon was risen in the distance, and the air was crisp, and cool. He wasn’t sure how long he been traveling in this campaign…how many months he had been roaming across these fantastical lands. He lost count of how many fell to him. How many he had slain to progress onwards…or to just sate his demented bloodlust that always desired to be quenched. Jake stood there on the hill, now with golden armor coating his chest, forearms, and shins, and on his back was a greatsword, forged from a dragon’s tooth.
Keep what you kill; it was the mantra that the reptile had lived by in his time. He slept when he could, and ate whenever possible to sate his drive, his burningly mad passion. He took a few steps forward and started to walk, each footstep feeling…more hesitant than usual.
Did he really want to stop this? Did he want to stop the fighting? The hunting?
"The killing?"
Did he really want his happiness to end? Never in his life had he been happier with his course…part of him wanted to approve of it, but he gradually kept moving, reaching a pillar of stairs that led up towards the place the thing he sought was.
The Crown of Stars; said to harness the power of a shooting star itself to grant the wishes of the one to sit in its throne and don it…at the cost of their sanity.
Written by AGhostInTheMachine on 25 November 2017
