Going To The Palace

My brain stopped processing hours ago.

My heart, although already dead, had not taken all of my emotions with it.

The world is cruel.

This is a cruel joke.

It's an unfair, cold-hearted joke.

My Fredrick.

He is the devil, the King of the Walking Dead, and they want me to kill him.

I kept repeating this for 48 hours.

I was stuck in an attic in an abandoned house, held captive by people God intended for me to never meet.

I drank an Elixir that looked like blood from a glass, and after, I lay back on the bed and let my thoughts take me away.

A few days went by and the people finally came back.

They all entered the room and the women sat down beside me.

"You must seek revenge for his betrayal," she whispered.

I looked at her appearance.

Long Black hair, long nails, torn clothes, and dark eyes, although lifeless eyes.

She was cold and smelled evil.

But in a way, I felt like she was a mirror image of how I felt at this moment.

How I felt the last few days.

I don't know what to do, I'm lost.

Now, I felt like I needed to see him.

I have to see him.

I need answers.

"I want to go to him tonight," I whispered back.

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To see the world after 120 years, meeting your maker is an exhilarating and terrifying experience.

We traveled at night, flooding the streets of the cities, which were images I had never dreamed of.

Cars, beautiful houses, cell phones, TVs – all of it was so breathtaking.

Yet, there I stood in the midst of it all, feeling like an outsider.

This was wrong.

I was not meant for this era.

I questioned God along the way, but there was no answer. I marched towards the one person who could give me an answer: Fredrick.

"Molly"? One of them called my name from the shadows of the camp, we had set up just outside the city gated.

I walked over to them, waiting to hear the gameplay.

"This is the gated city of Eldrador where the King and all his people stay.

"To get in, you'll use us as leverage."

"When we walk you up to the gate, once they see you, they'll alert Fredrick."

"He will be too shocked not to let you in and then you can get answers."

"This is the plan," the woman said.

"When we arrive, they will kill us."

"You, however, Fredrick will not kill."

He has spent 120 years living with the pain that he killed his soul mate.

We are hoping to see you bring back some humanity inside him.

When this happens, you need to take this dagger and run it through his heart", she handed me a golden dagger.

He is not an ordinary person; he killed and resurrected at his own will; he is the devil.

With this dagger, he will go to the hell he came from.

I ran my fingers over the cold metal, letting it nipped at my skin, Something so small and beautiful held such a horrible curse.

Could I do it?

Should I do it?

He killed me; I had memories of his lips caressing my lips.

His hands roamed around my body, leaving tracks of fire along the way.

He had a way of burning me, so much passion in one man, and I needed all of it, all of him.

I closed my eyes as his hands slid into my underwear, his thumb slowly rubbing over my clit.

My hips began to grind him; we had been there so many times, but just as his fingers penetrated me, I felt a sting in my chest.

The stinging pulled me out of my trance,

I opened my eyes to find him smiling; such a beautiful smile.

A knife stuck in my chest, just in the place where my heart lies.

Confused and still breathing, I looked up at Frederick, he ran a finger along some of the blood dripping off my chest and then put his finger in his mouth.

I asked him why!

He was watching me the entire time, and after that, everything went black.

I replayed that scene in my head all night.

My soul breaks a little more each time.

I did not know if I could kill him, or even if I wanted to, but I needed answers.

I'm going in that gate no matter what.

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The wind was cold that night, colder than it had been in days.

My hair tossed around my shoulder as we stood in front of the city gate; we were standing in a line, myself right in the middle.

I did not have a heart that beats, but if I did, it would have jumped right out of my chest.

I was going to face my lover, my murderer.

All in the hopes that he will not kill me, and give me answers to these cruel questions swimming around my brain.

We stand in front of the gate, silent for a few moments.

For once, my body and mind were not on fire; I was cold as stone.

After what felt like forever, the gates opened.

No one moved or said a word as dozens of men dressed in black attire surrounded us.

One of the men, who had eyes as dark as the night, approached me, he almost struggled my neck, and I felt his fingertips ripping my skin.

I fought to stop him for a few minutes but failed in my attempt. When I stopped struggling, he spoke.

"King Fredrick wishes to meet with you", he hissed as he handed me off to more soldiers.

I did not look behind me as I heard the screams and body parts of my captors being torn to pieces.

My cold dead heart was stuck in my throat.

I was scared.

The city was dark and the people hid as we made our way through the streets.

We approached a castle that was too large to be anyone else's but the King's.