Final Kingdom
A dark day had come. The darkest day the Star kingdom would know.
"How much longer does she have, doctor?" asked a bearded man with a gold crown emanating from his worried brow as he stared down at a man with large spectacles and graying black hair. The doctor checked the lovely girl's pulse and shook his head.
"She's fading fast, Lord Lockhart. She doesn't have much time until…"
The doctor lowered his gaze upon the dark haired girl. Her breathing was quick and her lovely pale skin was broke out into a cold sweat. The doctor and Lord Lockhart had been in the room with the sick girl for almost three days straight and now it had come to this: Princess Tifa was dying. The doctor shook his head and rose from her side, gathering his instruments into a bag as he did so.
"I'm terribly sorry Lord Lockhart. There's nothing I can do for her."
Lord Lockhart's eyes widened as he took the doctor by his shirt and gave him a wild shake. "BUT THERE MUST BE SOMETHING!! YOU'RE THE BEST DOCTOR IN THE WHOLE DAMN KINGDOM, NOW I COMMAND YOU TO SAVE MY ONLY DAUGHTER!!" Lord Lockhart bellowed like an injured wild animal, but the doctor merely placed his hands on the old king's hands.
"Lord Lockhart, this is getting us nowhere. I'm afraid that this is beyond my healing powers. It'll take the work of the gods to restore Princess Tifa's health."
Lord Lockhart shakily released the doctor and tears rolled down the mighty king's face. "Leave us at once…" he said quietly and with a bow, the doctor left the saddened father with his only child. Lord Lockhart sat down next to Princess Tifa and took her chilly hand in his own. "Tifa…Tifa, don't leave me all alone…You're all I have left…" he sobbed into her hand as the rain and thunder roared outside in grief.