Chatterbox: Inkwell

The king strides around his room, nervously looking out the window. How could have it gone so wrong? I thought I could trust The Wizard. The king moans when he sees a streak of lightning burst out of the Wizard Hut. Now we have some kind of Shadow people running through the grounds. And the Wizard is creating lightning to somehow stop it. Like it will. He bangs his head aganist the wall in frustration. My power my just have creaked out of my hands.

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So! this is the beginning of a story I'm writing, called... I don't really know. Anyways, My sister, Danie, wanted me to write it, so I am. If you read Danie's rp, she says something about the old king and his darken stone.