The throne room proved extravagant for a country that was newly made. Outside the cries of crickets sounded, winds blew bringing along fallen leaves in companionship. Stronger, greener leaves stayed however, they stuck unto their mother-tree like glue; only to sway according to the direction of the blowing and chilly winds. the chirps, and perhaps the coos of birds pierced the sky. Multi-colored feathers fell, drifting slowly. Only to land on the side of a cobble path. Whereupon the clicks and clops of a horse's hooves touch. The great and gentle beasts nicked with excitement as they passed a large wooden gate. They've arrived, to home they looked forward to.

There, in a certain said throne room sat a King. He was a handsome man, aged in his early 40s, he held himself with dignity but not one with arrogance. The King was not a ruthless man unlike many others. No, he was a gentle one instead, but not to the point it brought downfalls to his small, but peaceful country. Deep onyx eyes scan its surroundings, strands of hazel coloured hair fell out of place in occasions. Across him was a sturdy, iron door. It measured the height of 3 adult men and the floor graced with luxurious red carpet. The entirety of the floor was of course not covered but only a medium sized patch was, leading to the throne whereas the king sat. Up to the rather wide 'stage' led by small steps. The side of His Majesty's, well, 'chair'? 'throne'? resided another, specifically 2 other but smaller version of 'thrones'. The King merely gazed around, it was his rare free time and he planned on thoroughly enjoying it.

Truly, the design was exquisite. Large, transparent and sturdy looking glass windows decorated the sides of this particular room. The curtains that decorate it a bright red color with golden embroidery and linings. The design included that of curves and tiny imitations of lined flowers. Milky white covered the entire floor, the marble gave occasional swirls and it gleamed in blunt manner. Tile after tile, the mere scene of it would tempt any child to play a game that would consist of avoiding a certain tile and jumping on to another.

At the sides of the room, excluding the windows of course, were chairs. Carefully placed the chairs were obviously expensive, luxury red cushions and gold coated hand rests decorated the chair that could seemingly feed a family for months lay arranged in a vertical manner, down the isle.

It was then, THAT had taken place.

The earth trembled in an overwhelming manner and windows shattered with a final piercing cry; the palaces guards were in chaos as they could hardly keep balance in the sudden situation. The stronger of the lot however, scrambled with slight difficulty to the throne room. 'The King takes first priority! We have to hurry' such were their loyal minds. The sound of armor rattled alongside was the clanging of their swords or any another weaponry they had on their sides. No sooner in 15 minutes had they arrived the room. What'd they had observed was an unharmed King and an uninvited guest.

The King, with a solemn expression had asked. His mask was a political one, as he presented himself undisturbed with the phenomenon that was received in a mere 10 minutes back. Wise eyes pondered on an obvious request that has yet to be given by a powerful being. What will he request? he thought. Dragging alongside was a crystal clear recollection of what had happened. A powerful and inhumane aura swiped passed the lot of confused people. The pressure was overbearing, powerful; it was even to the point that a slight ripple and twist in space could be seen from it. The unknown figure that was clad in black, the one that stood in front of the King only smiled. Profound eyes pierced through each and every living and breathing being in the room.

It was strange, hadn't anyone felt the tremor? Reinforcements fail to arrive. Mischief in his star like pupils shun, his irises coated with the deepest of colors. 'It was weird, what is happening?' A simple point view of the narration of this phenomenon. His irises weren't even black, but they were just, deep. Around said iris were a variety of hues of blues, silvers, gold and violets. They glimmered underneath the sun through shattered glass. The colors were unnatural but it somehow fit the young looking and black-clad figure; blending nicely with a shining brilliance. Given time, the King would've thought they even glowed somewhat. Words escape his perfect thin and peach lips, pearly white teeth showing, A deep and profound voice rang in everyone's ears,

'I'll be intruding for about 7 years, Your Majesty. Now, if you'd please, don't make it complicated. Lend me your kitchen and a few of your royal chefs. My pap- father requests I learn to make an omelette. Hurry on, I have a time limit to keep to.'

I'm not actually sure, but i might continue this. (2 parts max) Comment your say.