A PICTURE IS WORTH MORE THAN A THOUSAND WORDS

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The kingdom was in it's most peaceful after regime of the late king his father, he was of the greatest wizard and his sorcery was pronounced througout the kingdom.
He was feared by many and he conquered anything he felt he needed and was given willingly with the fear of being beheaded or being turned into stones.

His wife the queen didn't support his action and was kept behind bars for speaking up for her people.

The kingdom was dreadful and it's inhabitants were not allowed to move out the suffered a great misery till he was poisoned by one of his workers, his work was to taste the king's food before he consumes it he choose to kill himself too than the kingdom to keep being in such chaos. The reign was brought to an end fortunately.

The new king his son Malik mourned for his father in accordance to their culture before he took over his father's position. His father had taught him some spells when he was younger but he saw how it consumed him and refused to go down that lane.

Malik situates the kingdom in order
Starting from the castle which was always kept dark, with candles skulls and other object his used father used for his practices, the house looked lifeless and abandoned, a tall hedge and overgrown shrubs gave the place a neglected appearance he asked for a trim around the areas planted new flowers raised the curtains for light ray , all his objects were locked up in a certain room, release his mother and tried to restore perfection as much as he could

He was happily married to a gorgeous woman, she had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin, her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion. Her smiles was brighten then the rays of suns which pulled between her soft lips each time she was happy. She had a mini me inside of her so he thought though they never knew the gender of the baby, he really wishes for a girl and they would name her Isabella.

He wanted her to be happy and tried creating peace the best way he could if not just for his people
but for her mostly he cherished her more than anything

The kingdom thrilled happily with everything coming back to life not until one day his father's enemies rode into the castle, the palace gates swung open forcefully, a small town which his father hard encroach on sometime ago had come for their revenge, he was with his father on that day.

He recognized the leader one who begged for mercy as his father brutally killed his parent. He become a powerful sorcerer which was as a result of what had befallen them in the past , Malik pleased for peace that things were done differently now, it fell on the sorcerer's deaf ears, he ordered his people to capture the Malik's family and did the same thing his father the king did to him.

He watched his wife slaughtered with her unborn baby, his mother and all the ones he loved he watched them die. The wizard watched with amusement as the king shades tears like a little baby he told him it was not over he will be back.

All the good Malik had in him was gone, his wife's body was lifeless in front of him the main reason he was happy he could barely get his words together not to talk of himself ,
Her cries with her soothing voice now causes pain as he could not help her in her last moments.

After days of mourning he remembers the threats of the wizard
He decided to retire back to the old ways, the way his father did things .
He did not think of the repercussion
all he cared for was his revenge. He learned all the spells, practiced them the best way he could , the palace fell once more became all dark and gloomy.
He stares at the mirror, a reflection of himself which draws out his wicked desires appears with a mischievous grin it wasn't always this way he thought .. This was not the life he planned for.

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