The kingdoms deathly silence echoed through its alleys, its shadows merging and contorting; It’s dimly lit streets making shadow puppets of used to be there. A staff dug into the ground as birds chattered; The staff was golden, yet shining in the night, unusual yes, but satisfying to look at Well, Who do we have here? A voice rang through the empty streets, it making a shudder run up the spines of many