The King stood at the edge. Beyond him was the sprawling mass of darkness that everyone called the Black Zone. The King felt something he hadn't felt in many, many years.
Fear.
The Mighty King, crowned at age ten, was scared. His wholly blue eyes took in the shifting black clouds of mist, thick and dark like onyx. It stretched fourteen miles on either side, and got darker the deeper it went. Legend had it that the Black Zone used to be a person, thousands of years ago, until a horrible occurrence turned the person into a huge mass of dark energy that destroyed the residing kingdom in less than a day.
This is what the King was facing.
And he was terrified.
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Black Zone
Short StoryA King. A creature stuck in a dark prison made of its own pain. And for some reason, these two are meant to be. {Honorable Mention in the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards}
