Corrithissions' window stretched higher than most windows in Earth existence. It was an odd window, without shpae or texture, but it suited its purpose.

[/indent]The king jumped through the window, hearing every piece of glass shatter in unison to the point where his ear-drums might burst. The glass moved as slowly as molasses on a cold day, while the king moved down the side of his castle tower at amazing speeds. A sonic boom happened 10 seconds ago, then a light boom when he broke the speed of light. Bricks flew under his footsteps. Glass shattered with each glide of his feet. With the ground only seconds away, he shifted position, putting his right foot in front of him. It hit the ground instantly, stopping him in less than a milli-second.

Standing straight, he slowly walked down the brown, peat-covered road down from the gate of his massive castle. He had enjoyed a glorious night with his wife, and believed he at least deserved some approval of good work. But he wouldn't recieve it from her. Oh no, she hated his soul with all of her inhuman wrath. Than again, only they were human....and Curver, of course. Curver the Valiant, the Wise, the Beautiful, the Next King.....just a bunch of Morak-sha waste! He was King, there would be no Kings after him, no worries. He laughed to himself, first quietly, then out loud.

"Shut up.....yea, you heard me, you knuckle-headed king!" A drunk had decided to speak up and yell out what he was thinking in full view of everyone else. A shockwave suddenly ripped through him, tearing the flesh from his bones. There was no cry of pain. The king walked away, a smirk upon his face, down towards the healer's home. No one spoke.

Curver sat just outside the town limits, watching the occasional thief try and get close enough to leap onto the top of the stone barricades that protected the town from bandits and, of course, him. His blade was leaning against a tree when he rushed to pick up his weapon. He heard a rustling in the bushes. A green head poked up from the bushes.

"How ya doin', bye, any good fights lately?" Small Boss lifted his hand into a ball, then opened his pinky and thumb out into the air. "Scouts honour, I will not fight you, but be warned, bye, I'm armed and dangerous!"

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Curver whacked Small Boss' hand out of the air, and pointed at the wall, then at the castle in the distance. He heard the winds move slightly. Sprila was here, his love, his everything. He hid behind a tree, and peeked from behind it. Sprila wore absolutely nothing today. Literally. He wished he could see her, but being blind and mute since birth yielded him to see nothing and say nothing, but to forever hear the wind. And his Sprila, his queen....the town's queen......

Well written!
so descriptive and detailed -
i find myself anticipating Part 2 !!
a good read - thank-you