Prologe

He sees himself on the golden diamond encresred throne. He's wearing the finest of silk. He looks around smuggly and sees everyone bowing down to him and giving him the finest of fruit and vegetables. The villagers are shouting and cheering his name King Harold! King Harold! He walked into his room and you could see was a gold diamond pattern floor and a ruby embellished ceiling and a emerald frame mirror on the saphirre wall. The bed had the sofest silk that would make you cry by the touch of it. The silver pedestal with crystal clear glass over the crown. The crown was gold with ruby, emerald and, saphirre encrested into the crown. As soon as he touched the crown it started melt and slipped through his fingers. He glanced at everything. The silk was on fire and burned into ashes. The gems and gold melted everywhere and it looked live a gold volcano erupted in the room. He ran onto the podium as fastest as he could. everyone was gone and forgot about him and he saw a *gasp* He woke up.

Reviews

[Dominique]

Hmm, I like it. There could be a bit more description in the begining with the villagers handing the fine fruits. But, it's a good start. Very gripping. I want to know more about Harold now, keep up the good writting.