The little prince

Day 4,868, 11:52 • Published in Austria Ireland • by Releasethe Krakken

stares through the window

somewhere far away deep in the night he see some light

he put moto on of the bench and climb on top of it.

but this could not be he thought. everyone left had died. the winter was harsh and the crops did not fair well this year. most of his subjects have moved to other counties. Those that couldnt came to his castle . he hid away in the pantry for a couple of days. he already counted the food . it was just enough for him and moto.

he heard their weak scratching against the door.

they did not get far from it. he could still smell their copper smell . the snow could not block it out.

the little prince goes to his cupboard and put on his warmest clothes.

he gently put moto on his bed. slowly he sneaks out towards the light.

it is a long walk but finally he is within a hundred yards from the light. yet it is not a light it is a warmth. in the light stands a beautiful woman or she is the light. she is singing a sweet song and 10 or so haggard men are sitting as if in a coma round her. he slowly approaches and feel the heat increasing.

he is 10 yards away and can see her eyes her mouth as if a 100 candles is inside her a light shine through her eyes and mouth and every pore in her skin.

she slowly walks towards one of the transfixed men. he can see a bright light as her arms changes into a scythe she hooks into the man's back she brings it into a swoop upwards and the man gurgle for a few seconds as blood pour from his mouth and he try to swallow it.

she gently brings his head through her mouth and start eating the man. a sickening crunch crunch can be heard. the other men still sit transfixed. finally she finished her meal and the light now shine even brighter. the heat is becoming unbearable.

the little prince drops to the ground and sneaks up on her. he is not certain what he will do once he gets to her.



He can hear the men humming a song of some sort. ivaivaivaivaivaiva but it is hummed so softly its almost like their whispering it to each other.

some men's tongues are out and they look like thirsty dogs. he, now up close see a crazed look in their eyes.

the woman sits down between all the men and start talking about wars in other lands and a great journey she completed when she was young a thousand years ago. and how she was the only 1 left.

The little prince jumps up and swings his little sword atop his head and then bring it with the sharp edge hard into her neck a gash of white light burst from her neck she is hissing as she turn. The little prince grab his fathers knife and stabs it violently into her eye and jump atop her head and start pulling it towards the top of her head. he can hear a high pitched scream that makes his ears hurt but finally he can hear subdued moans as she finally drops to the ground the light is spilling onto the ground and melting the snow as it clears a circle about 100 yards to each side.


the men are sitting bewildered staggering around. the little prince slinks through them his sword and knife flashes a hundred places at once.

he walks home he knows his land very well. he is eating a piece of jerky. the next morning he brings the wagon. he is a bit elated although he knows preparing all the meat will take him probably a week or so. he think there was a fat one between them he will prepare him first. he whispers to his brother moto "why survive when you can prosper"


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