He walked about his old home the memories of better days scorching and tormenting at him. How he had felt like he aged, but he hadnt gone anywhere. Maybe a bit stronger than he was as a child, but he was still just a boy. Jahangir reminisced on his old lovers and the old feeling of Reim.
The stone and dirt paths, large alabaster and sun kissed stone buildings. The coliseum and the dawn colored orange tiling that laid across aristocrats roofs. This year had been dedicated mostly to his loss. All of the people he cherished he could no longer hold. The life he could no longer live.
He had desired to have nothing less than the greatest of lives to live. The best story he could possibly tell himself about his life and here right now he wanted nothing but to go back to how things had been in another time. His gracious birds that had been painted like the setting sun traced him throughout the city. They sang there song which where naturally soothing, and the Aurangzeb shimmered in mystery about Jahangir.
He had sure become a thing to look at. From beyond when he at even just wore his crown, the symbol of his authority to claim kingdom upon this earth. He was a force of nature through the magic fueled by his life force. The rolling thunderstorm, the light of rainbows, the reflection of man.
For Jahan himself, this was probably just his natural instincts. A shard of his mother at distance, peaking through himself. In less time than he thought he had traveled through the city back towards his old home, Typhon Estate.
It truly was palatial. The land surrounding it and the large iron palisades protecting it. Through these years who had been protecting it? The guild had last been severed by the royal council. He frowned, "those fools", he had done the city a grace. Saving so many of individuals who had nothing in life. Who were right with him. He gave jobs, homes, food, money and resources all back into this very city. He was famous for it those years ago, or had they forgotten him?
Did his name no longer hold rank among his community? He shoved a golden key into the palisade gate and it creaked open. Revealing a path to his Estate. Lining it was his statues, his bushes, vines, grapes and strawberries. His pond and pool. All in running condition but just barely as if there wasnt many people maintaining it.
He was agitated, if it werent for the council his cash flow could have kept the estate in order for decades. He scorned them, and how they casted him into Tarturus. There was still so much love, but so much that could have been better if things hadnt went left suddenly.
The stone and dirt paths, large alabaster and sun kissed stone buildings. The coliseum and the dawn colored orange tiling that laid across aristocrats roofs. This year had been dedicated mostly to his loss. All of the people he cherished he could no longer hold. The life he could no longer live.
He had desired to have nothing less than the greatest of lives to live. The best story he could possibly tell himself about his life and here right now he wanted nothing but to go back to how things had been in another time. His gracious birds that had been painted like the setting sun traced him throughout the city. They sang there song which where naturally soothing, and the Aurangzeb shimmered in mystery about Jahangir.
He had sure become a thing to look at. From beyond when he at even just wore his crown, the symbol of his authority to claim kingdom upon this earth. He was a force of nature through the magic fueled by his life force. The rolling thunderstorm, the light of rainbows, the reflection of man.
For Jahan himself, this was probably just his natural instincts. A shard of his mother at distance, peaking through himself. In less time than he thought he had traveled through the city back towards his old home, Typhon Estate.
It truly was palatial. The land surrounding it and the large iron palisades protecting it. Through these years who had been protecting it? The guild had last been severed by the royal council. He frowned, "those fools", he had done the city a grace. Saving so many of individuals who had nothing in life. Who were right with him. He gave jobs, homes, food, money and resources all back into this very city. He was famous for it those years ago, or had they forgotten him?
Did his name no longer hold rank among his community? He shoved a golden key into the palisade gate and it creaked open. Revealing a path to his Estate. Lining it was his statues, his bushes, vines, grapes and strawberries. His pond and pool. All in running condition but just barely as if there wasnt many people maintaining it.
He was agitated, if it werent for the council his cash flow could have kept the estate in order for decades. He scorned them, and how they casted him into Tarturus. There was still so much love, but so much that could have been better if things hadnt went left suddenly.