[color=fff200][center][i]“You wish for words? Then speak them! I am listening!”[/i][/center][/color]

Kelvin would have taken a deep breath if he could, and let go of the magic amplifying his voice, pulling the illusion of his past self around himself again, before stepping through the doors. Arrayed in a wide half circle around the doors were a line of guards, some wielding staves and others blades, a scattering of mages among them. He met the gaze of the man directly before his path, time freezing for a moment. The air grew cold, and frost began to collect on the floor about Kelvin before the guardsman turned and marched towards the king, Kelvin following. The people scattered throughout the throne room were horrified, but for one. A mage with a blue staff and electric blue eyes, whose face was wet with tears, though his expression showed no such fear. The guards fell into formation in a circle around the phantom, and they halted as a group a few meters from the throne.

Kelvin slowly drew his blade, the illusion of his ‘living’ body melting under the sheer force of light magic suddenly summoned by the guards surrounding him, each with a grim expression. He could no longer see beyond the circle, such was the light. He held the translucent blade in both hands for a moment. In life, this had been a symbol of devotion. In death, it was a joke. The ghost's fingers tightened for a moment before dropping it. [color=0072bc]“How dare you.”[/color] His voice was choked with emotion, but the spectre fought it down. [color=0072bc]“You created life, and granted us a world to live in- yet didn’t give us a way to keep it.”[/color] He glared through the light towards the king, voice raising in volume. [color=0072bc]“We were granted enough time to enjoy life, but not understand it. So why is it that the King of Darkness was the one waiting for us in the end?”[/color]

The phantom turned, looking into the eyes of the guards, living, and so similar to how he had been in life. [color=0072bc]“Where were you when my life pooled on the ground before me?”[/color] Kelvin looked back in the direction of the king, trying to see through the glare. [color=0072bc]“And worse still, why have your people condemned ours to hell?”[/color] Memories flooded him, of the early years. [color=0072bc]“I awoke in a world of darkness, surrounded by cold. How could this have happened? Where did I go wrong?”[/color] Pain rose, his voice becoming strained. [color=0072bc]“And when I returned home, to the people I knew- those that I had loved the most… Where was the love, the compassion? What did I do to earn the curses and hatred of my own blood and flesh?”[/color]

He went silent for a moment, before resuming with more control. [color=0072bc]“The Dark is almost filled with those who once called themselves ‘Children of Light’. It is shameful that I had recognized this only moments before my death… but should not an immortal being have seen this from the start?”[/color] Anger bled into his voice. [color=0072bc]“I fought and died against my brothers, because a father could not grant his cast off children just a little bit of [i]land[/i] for their sustenance?”[/color] Kelvin kicked the ghostly blade, watching it pass harmlessly through the guards and halt before the king’s feet.

[color=0072bc]“You disgust me.”[/color]