The Untold Truth

Snowflakes fell, so pure and white. On this day, the fool was no longer playing stupid. He was immersed in the thoughts of the future he never had the chance to dream of.

Malik sat on a bench in the gardens. Since he was in his quarters, he ensured that no one would walk in on him without his knowledge.

His white wings were spread open giving the snowflakes competition of beauty. His usually dull aura was replaced by a natural glow.

The man sitting alone admiring the snow was different to the man the world knew. He was acting like himself.

The easy-going atmosphere that was common before was gone. In its place was a regal prince whose posture and mannerism conform to his title.

He laid on the bench, unbothered by the cold. Malik let the memories that changed him flood his brain. He freed them for the first time since it happened.

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