He walked the empty halls of the palace. The san moving under his feet as he looked around at what once was. The old palace had well endured the essence of time under the sands of the desert. It was a while ago he ordered a few of his troops to dig out the old palace of old where he once lived. The halls echoed with the soft sounds of metal scarabs that were cleaning walls and capturing old wall writings.
He still remembered where to go, the throne, his room, the baths, everything but he was not pulled to these rooms, no, there was one special room, hidden. He went deeper in the palace untill he reached a wall. He stroked it with care before pushing hard and the wall opened. He walked in the room as the scarabs quickly got inside, lighting the room up and capturing anything worth of words. There it was, the thing he was looking for. He slowly walked up but hesitated as he got close. His eyes glow less as he eventually stood infront of the mirror. He saw the reflection. If he still had more feeling he proberly would had cried, cursed perhapse broken the mirror. He looked into it, seeing who he used to be. He slowly raised his hand as the mirror mimiced him. He placed his hand on the mirror and looked at himself, who he really was. After a while he moved his hand back and turned around. HE wouldnt return again, this place was of no use of him anymore though he would keep it under care..just incase. And as he walked out, his mirror image walked aswell but slowly stopping and looked back as a tear slowly rolled down his cheek before he slowly dissapeared.



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