3299 PM, December 31st.
King Percy Torric the 8th was... calm. Unlike the majority of his predecessors, he accepted his fate. Tonight, at midnight, he would die. His body would be found, neatly disassembled and placed in various jars which have no discernable origin. Any who watch the king when midnight strikes, fall unconscious immediately, and awaken tied in the center of the room. If the king is not in a room, then a room is created around them. While countless of his predecessors had tried anything they could to prolong the inevitable, he had accepted his fate. He was alone, at the moment. He didn''t want his family to see the aftermath. He had spent his three years of reign as his older brother, Terrence had. By serving the will of the people, as their ancestors once did, long before the curse ever occurred. And with hope, the way his younger brother and heir, Arthur, would too.
Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong
The millennia old grandfather clock, repaired and maintained by various people for generations, called out midnight. And yet, nothing seemed to happen. Percy got up from his chair cautiously, looking around slowly. After looking around and finding nothing, he exited his private sitting room. He walked through the halls, finding them empty, until he came across a servant. But when Percy drew closer, he noticed something rather odd. The servant wasn''t moving. At all. He waves his hand in front of their face, then attempted to poke the servant. His hand simply phased through the servants head. He jumped back, looking at his hand in shock. He looked back at the servant, waving his hand through the man''s head before attempting to walk through him. This being successful, he then attempted to phase through the wall. He found himself in the banquet hall, somewhat surprised to find it empty, before remembering it was midnight. No one would be in the banquet hall this late, not on this night. He then attempted to phase through the floor. A few minutes later, he found himself on the next floor down, very much shaken. Collecting himself, he walked over to his son''s room, and phased through the door. He stared over his sleeping child, and allowed himself to shed a tear over the fact that his child would be loosing a father. After a few minutes, he went to his and his wife''s room. He found her crying, frozen in time has he had found everyone else. He sat on the bed next to her, and cried as well.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.
After an indeterminate amount of time, he left to return to his sitting room. Once there, he was shocked to find a man sitting in his chair, smiling, looking right at him, and more importantly, not frozen in time. Percy though hard, and came to a conclusion. "Are you the one who has done this? Are you the one who has come to kill me?" The man laughed softly. "Kill you? I already have. But yes." Percy blinked, taken aback. "Already killed me? But I''m...?" He gestures to his body. The man gestured in return, briefly revealing Percy''s body neatly disassembled, before restoring the room to it''s original condition. "I have allowed this thread of your spirit to remain in this world for a bit longer, to allow you to see your loved ones once more." Percy nodded, before steeling himself, and asking a question. "Why? Why kill every king in the third rear of their reign for the past 330 years?" The man closed his eyes for a moment, smiling, before opening them, staring directly at Agent Frost, and winking, slow and deliberate, before muttering some words under his breath, and ejecting Agent Frost from the vision.
3331 PM, December 31st
Agent Frost gasped. He had never been ejected from a vision before, much less 9 consecutive times. He sat back in his chair. After a moment, he looked up across the grave at it''s occupant, King Percy Torric the 8th. "Nothing," he said, breathing hard. The king grimaced. "Ah well. Perhaps next time?" The agent shook his head. "No. The man, whoever he is, stops me every time, in the same way he has stopped you from telling me his answer." He stood up. "Well, nice to meet you in person, I guess." The king nodded. "Likewise. It was a pleasure to meet the most powerful Deathtalker in generations." The agent nodded humbly. "I''ll return if I find need to talk with you again." The king nodded. "Farewell. Safe travels." The agent replied in kind, and left the graveyard of kings.