Also, some of these may not make any damn sense. Cause they're the middle of something or the end, maybe in some the beginning.
"King" George slammed the door to his office, turning to the quiet street behind him. He detested this realm. Here he held no true power. No true control over those beneath him.
Under his breath he cursed the self proclaimed "Mayor". He'd been stripped of his royalty, his rightful title and priveledge because of that woman. That the only way to rule this place was to actually be elected to the position sickened him, but he'd be damned if he'd let that stop him.
There were other ways to win besides the will of the people. The peasants in this town were fools, actually in favor of the very person who cursed them here. He would see about that.
He started across the street toward his car when he heard the distinct sound of horseshoes on stone. Or pavement as it were.
George looked up the street and saw no one. He continued on his way, grumbling again about this realm and it's foolishness. The sound came again, this time a steady trot, and he turned ready to berate whoever the rider may be.
What he saw caused his heart to stutter its beat, then begin to hammer. The horse was massive, bred for muscle and war. Eyes glowed red in the streetlights, and its hot breath foamed around its nostrils in a cloud. The beast's rider however was a thing of nightmares.
As massive as his mount, he was all the more terrifying for what George couldn't see than what he could. He took a step backward, and the rider pulled a broadsword from the sheath at his side. The war horse reared once before starting a thunderous stride toward the former king. He started to run, all the time hearing the monster behind gaining ground.
Already short of breath and cursing his aching legs, George looked back to see the sharp blade arcing toward his neck. He let out a high pitched scream that echoed off the few buildings around him, before there was silence.
