who: Â Â you !!! Â Â Â where: Â the kingâs barracks.
There is something ultimately dark about someone who has been spat back up from whatever depths immortality sends them.   A recurring nightmare as one lies awake,   eyes blinking out into the blackness of the abyss.    Sadism is a thickening disease that causes one to feel sluggish,   as if they were constantly moving with pressure against all their limbs.   An underwater symphony of fleshy catacombs.    Like a memory of what was once his day to day routine,   he fades in and out of focus.   The mirrors donât recognize him, and he thinks this is for the best.    What sunken age lines and materialistic scars need to be memorized,   anyway?    He always feels them just above the surface,   dragging across his cheeks like a beheaded snake searching for its head.    His gods,   like all old kings,   remain elegantly distracted.   The throne houses those too lazy to capture their own prey,  too involved in corruption and power to see what the world has begun to grow into around them.  His lips smack together before they part for a wide grin followed with a slightly patronizing,  if not less than serious form of chastisement.   â  Ah,  something tells me that you are not supposed to be here. â   Index finger tapping gleefully on his chin before casually bringing it to point in their direction as he feigns a thoughtful pause,  â  What will the punishment be,  I wonder!  â
     The puppy, ever since she found him, has never been tired, it seemed. Always running around, wanting to play, not being able to sit still. It was not her intention to get a dog, but it seemed this puppy had no home and was scared, so she took him in. She had taken him on a walk when he decided it was playtime. âNo, no! Where are you going?! Come back!â Leyla called after the puppy, but with no avail, he rounded a corner and disappeared. She ran after him, but she wasnât as fast, at least not in this dress. She saw his tail disappear in the doorway of the Kingâs barracks. âGreat,â she sighed and switched to walking. It wasnât like the puppy could disappear there, she would find him there eventually.
     Leyla felt very much out of place, she shouldnât be there, but she should be quick - in and out. No big deal. Until she ran into someone. Slightly startled she turned to face the man. âIâm sorry, sir,â she averted her eyes shyly for a moment. âPunishment?â she asked a little nervous. âPlease. I donât think thereâs need for that. Iâm just here to find a puppy, who ran in here just a few moments ago. Iâll be out of your hair in no time.â












