"When the boy opened his eyes, he found himself sitting on a throne that he had not asked for. When he sought his friend of the past, he clung to his memories even though he knew there was no going back."

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The king slumped low upon his throne,
A figure lost, yet not alone.
His vibrant flames now fading low,
Childhood dreams turned to ash and woe.

What fate awaits this weary heart?
In shadows deep, where hopes depart.
Each moment frail, a whisper gone,
In silence wrapped, he fights alone.

The echoes of laughter sweet,
Now haunt the stage, where memories meet.
Weak and weary, worn by time,
With a crown of sorrow, a heart that sighs.
On a throne, he did not seek to claim,
Now he is just a specter, lost in the flame.


His fate lies in your hands now...

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User can be anything you want.
Can be right after the fight, or later, you decide
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Pinocchio

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