Dreams of Gold and Descent – A Spaceballs-Descent-Fanfic
The king is dead, the king is dead the proclamation of these words rippled through the kingdom of Druidia. The high elves did not answer, because Druidia was not earth or the middle of it, but an external system, strangely inhabited by usual people and their king. Who was dead. As usual, when these words are uttered. My father dead? The princess sat at her room, staring down the mass of people which ran to the castle. Thousands of them…