BONUS CHAPTER
The footfalls echoed through the long abandoned palace. The gray walls were surrounded by the long lasting moss, but yet still beautiful and untouched. Some of the bricks were cracked and at the brim of breaking. The ornament and ancient flooring were covered in thick layers of dust and leaf. The darkness as it seemed was running the light of unfamiliar source. It was moving and scaring things that lurked in the dark. The cape was moving in the rhythm of light and graceful steps. It was loosely attached to the shoulders of a board and very well built man.
His eyes were dark and head standing tall. He was proud, very proud of what he is, but yet inside he was breaking. As he walked, the time brought happy but painful memories.
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It was good in the night and everything was in its place. The halls were soundless until he saw a few women that passed and carried baskets full of laundry. He remembered them, but not enough to know everything about them. He had one person in mind. He rubbed his black and thick beard that squeezed to his Adam's apple.
He passed the doors from well-carved wood until he arrived at his wished destination. The doors had circular and spiral shapes of individual colors.
As he pushed the doors back they have released a slight squeak that echoed down to great and forgotten throne room. The man peeked inside and sweet memory warmed him, and he smiled. For the first time, he smiled from the depth of his heart. Soon that man entered the room fully and admiring the high roof decorated in purple and blue. Windows were closed and they were adorned with silken velvet curtains that were spread to opposite sides. The double bed was in same colors, except for the pillows wich were colored black with golden decorated edges. Opposite of the windowsill sat a bookshelf full of the interesting books, the dark oak wood table was sitting under the said bookshelf.
But what caught his eyes was a girl in a white and pristine nightgown. The man closed the doors behind himself. He walked and looked, his shadow was falling over her sleeping form. In front of her were papers and books scattered about. He kneeled and her hair resembled silk, so soft and so long. He lost to the temptation and finally touched her. The hair was moved away and her face was uncovered. It was so pale, yet held soft features. The emerald green eyes hid under the calm and heavy eyelids. Her wrist carried a small and golden bracelet, and they fit perfectly. He continued to pet her hair. She gave no response, for she is only a small fragment of the memory.
" Sister..." He whispered then lifted her in his arms and place her on her black pillows, covered her to keep the warmth and kissed her good night.
Everything turned dark, there was no light, no purple or blue walls. Curtains were torn and on some places missing, they danced and swung from the force of night's air. There were no longer well-organized books and worst of all, the girl he placed moments ago was gone, missing. She left torn mattress covered in dust and dirt. His black eyes went wide and his mouth opened and closed, but seconds after his facial features returned to normal as he for the last time took a look through broken window, sighed and left a room with a silent " Good night!" ...