alright alright......
*clears throat and readies the mountain dew bottle*
Shadow finished chanting the sleep spell that would soon be falling on the dying king Simel. His son, Prince Tommy, now in his late teens; kneeled at his fathers bedside in worried conversation.
"My son, *cough* my rule is nearing it's end, you must take my crown."
"Father, I can't!" Tommy begged, taking his fathers balding paw. "You can beat this like you beat the dragon, defeat it like you defeated the demon!"
Simel coughed into his other paw and and whezzed, feeling his eyes grow heavy."My son, take the crown. This curse is killing me." He took his paw from Tommy and removed the golden circlet from his brow and placed it on his son's head. "The kingdom is yours now." THe old king let sleep take him, the years added to his body by the curse seemed to lesten, he took on a younger, more peacefull look.
Tommy looked up at his fathers advisor, the mage shadow.
"What do we do now?" He sobbed.
"I must complete Arkes training, teach you what you must still learn. There is much to do, and very little time to do it in. Like your father however, my time is at an end to, i hold no power any longer accept for crowning you at your inauguration. Come, we must fiond arke!" And with that the pair left the room. SDhadow looked back at the old sick fox in his deep slumber. "I know my master, he is young. But he will find a cure for you."