…

As the wind blew on this quiet night, the sky was filled with the light of the full moon. The shadows appeared on the ground and the trees were gently swaying from the wind. Standing on the hill, the Emperor was staring at the night sky while looking troubled.

“Another sleepless night…”,

he thought. The night was indeed peaceful but it was anything but a peaceful time for him.

“How much longer will I be able to endure this?”

Emperor glanced down at his own yellow gauntleted hand.

As he was staring at his hand, Emperor’s brown eyes widened as visions suddenly appeared in front of him;

The familiar surroundings turned into a nightmare as he destroyed his own lands and strangled its innocent people with his own hands, hands that he hardly recognized was his own.…

Emperor stumbled back as the visions disappeared. He quickly took deep breath as he slowly calmed down before he shook his hand a little.

He clenched his shaking hand into a fist and closed his eyes.

As the memory of that night flashed in his mind, he shivered despite not feeling cold at all.