28 November 2012
The large cave-like hall was dark."We have searched for years for the chosen one. And now we have found you. Ananias." A voice declared. There were whispers of excitement throughout the room. I watched as Ananias stood and walked cautiously towards the thrown in the centre. He got down on one knee, looked up at the thrown and sighed. I arose slowly. "What are you doing?! He's the chosen one! Stop. Wait-" Rithian whispered furiously. I made a shushing motion. I grinned. This was what I had been waiting for. My chance to rule this world, and make it mine. Rithian was supportive but he wouldn't ever try to do what I was going to. I slithered past people sitting in pew-like chairs. Ananias was getting to his feet now. I got to the end of my row and snuck around to the wall near the throne. This wall concealed me because everywhere except the throne was dark. I looked up. Ananias was walking up the steps to the throne. I've got to do it now. Right now, or I'll never rule. I sprinted to the throne and slammed into the chair. There was a scream of fright. I smiled. More screams echoed throughout the room. I lifted my head to see Ananias. He seemed to be frozen and in shock. He then fell to his knees. By now Rithian had come to my side and my secret spies had acted, they attacked people who ran towards me. I could feel the fear in the room. I could smell the fright and I could hear the screams, high pitched and terrified. My world. My rules.
Just An Idea, Will Maybe Carry On. • Opuss № I