Chapter 59

".... When the petals fall on the shallow waters, even the slightest touch, produces... Ripples.."

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The King sat in his throne room, hands rubbing through those sad eyes. He had never felt such pressure, as he did presently.

Not because he didn't want to understand the pains of the news which would spread more than rumours through the corresponding time phase, but, how the issue had presented itself.

"A Dragon. A Dragon rests upon the mountains, causing havoc and Chaos, burning through the fears of the people." — This, was the simple presented case.

As a King, he had read through the books of the old. Understood the issues of the ages which rose and fell, their rulers and leaders, each faced an issue or two, and he won't allow a mistake to ruin his years to rule.

He clasped his fingers together, alone and attuned to the deafening whispers in his thoughts.