he had achieved it, 3 years ruling, he was in the chasm of everything, he had the people at his feet, the whole kingdom in the palm of his hand, to do and undo at will, a great throne, and a full life of luxuries.
there was no more teasing, no more children's magic show, no more "the fool". Nobody dared to contradict him, everyone had swallowed his words, nobody questioned him, he did what he wanted and how he wanted.
his magic grew darker, no one but him could use it. his parents, he had removed even the last gram of magic that was in them, doing it on his father was easy, but his mother, sister and especially his niece, well, he had to do it, he repeated himself again and again Once, he had to do it.
But, all this was worth it ?. all these years he was tormented by all his actions, his hands stained with blood, during this time the thoughts had been kept aside thanks to potions, which helped him to fall asleep at night, but even so, the thoughts during the day clouded his head
to what he had, gotten came down, when, with a visit to the town, not for pleasure, obviously, he saw her, the living image of her, but younger, a girl of no more than ten years, fair skin, Cinnamon brown hair, and those big blue eyes that looked at him full of fear, was a lot to endure.
he returned to the castle, avoiding everyone in his path, locked himself in what had been his tower, sweeping everything in its path, he only went to that place in times of weakness, when he needed to remember why he had done what what he had done.
every evening and every awakening remembering that young princess looking at him in the face pleading for mercy. while the rest of the royal family was on the floor around her in puddles of carmine, and her last words spoken, before she finished with her own life.
This was enough for him, he did not want this life, a life alone, without her. The old books were his allies in this new search. but the power to change the past entails sacrifices.
Days of exhaustive search, preparation and realization. What he should do, what he wanted to do, he did not pretend to be pardoned for his actions, he could not erase all the crying, he had caused so much damage, but somehow he tried to compensate him.
he ordered to bring their bodies, simple wooden boxes, for each one, he held in his hands a bottle with green liquid, and in the other a dagger, he was alone in the great hall, surrounded by those who once robbed their lives , and in the center, it was her, he did it for her, only for her.
The memories of that day and the acts of three years that had passed, would not leave, nothing would change, but they, but she would return.
There he was shaking, slowly they all came back, thin and fragile bodies, they were filled with bright colors, and she was there, those blue eyes were again staring at him, she got up, tried to walk but failed, three years had passed, she tried Again, and this time she got it, he stepped back, stopping her progress.
the price must be paid.
-I would rebuild your life with mine-
the dagger went straight through his heart, tears of happiness finally crossed his face, and there he fell to the ground, where she had been before, that time where she had been around.
the royalty had returned, everyone looked at the scene. In the center of the room there was a circle built with ash, and right in the middle lay the sorcerer, struggling in his last breaths.
she ran to his side, he had been bad, but she, she felt sadness, knelt beside him taking his hand in hers. He tore the amulet from his neck, and returned it to her. he smiled.
-I still love you- she said, while he vanished in one last gasp