Jack tensed , sitting amongst the great. Lines of peasants below him , his friends on their knees as a crown was slowly dropped onto his fluffy brown hair. He felt awkward , he knew this was but an illusion by one of the demons haunting him. He tried to shoo it , you , away , drawing his sword and slicing into a rabbit caught in a trap. That would be good for dinner. He groaned , the vision of the crisp desert he just so happened to be in even more overwhelming then the vision of him as a king. He sighed , sheathing his sword. He was trying to figure out what you were , you sure werent the spirit of regret , or the spirit of wrath. Perhaps the spirit of greed? He sighed , trying to refocus his thoughts.

“ Why must thine torment me? “

Jack muttered , picking up the deceased rabbit between his angered fists. The thought from before not yet escaping his mind , as if you were teasing him with thoughts of a life he wasn’t destined to have.

“ Dammit… “