750. Methusael

J Jaden Knight
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That night Methusael prayed to the reaper with offering his heart and soul for him to die and remove his pain and let the black void swallow him whole wrapping his bruised body in worn smelly blankets he prepared his battered mind for sleep placing a pillow carefully over his face so his mother couldn't hear him weep That very night he appeared in the courtyard of a mighty castle on a cloud his very own enchanted land while pain and evil aren't allowed He was taken to throne room before the king and looks up to see his father who had passed he was greeted with "am delighted to see you again my son am happy to welcome you home at last" "You will never need to leave this place my boy you shall help me rule these lands here you will never fear any daily beatings from a cruel belt or calloused hands" The next day the boy's body was found and the mother was arrested destined to be locked away for a very long time no matter how much her innocence was protested At Methusael's funeral most people wept as they laid his body to rest in the ground but up in the clouds there was a great cheer as the new prince at his coronation was crowned

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