MGWhetsell

King Miserabelaherzeria stood at the balcony of Ewiglawunsch and looked down upon the splendor and glory of Immeragesucht, the kingdom of great wealth which he ruled. His eyes could gaze upon every ounce of the land's riches, but they chose to remain blind to it; instead they looked upon the bleeding wounds and scars of their own body, and at the sight they quickly filled with tears. Poor King Miserabelaherzeria felt an awful feeling of malaise growing within him as he gagged up his stomach's nausea. The blood dripping from his open wounds landed like raindrops upon the balcony and quickly stained the gold. His sunken heart, having been horribly wounded, had fallen down, greatly refusing and lacking the strength to stand up; and as it lay the wounds began to crack it open as they greatly increased its weakness. It was practically gone, for it had sunk too far into the dismal abyss of his soul, therefore he could not reach it nor catch it. He tried incredibly hard to fight against his

Many lands do thrive and overflow with prosperity, but there never existed a land as glorious as the land of Immeragesucht. A mighty kingdom it was, having within it over a thousand secret gates, each one holding an abundant amount of riches and treasures piled as high as the tallest mountaintops. The money was impossible to number. Horse-drawn carriages were made of pure gold, and every rooftop was built with the most precious of metals on earth. The roads were paved with a combination of silver, gold, and copper, and from mile to mile every street was marked with the finest jewels and gems which shone brightly from afar. Every building was constructed with a luxurious design and held immense worth. However the worth of the buildings could not be measured, for they were carved out of pure gold. Gold was not only in the land, it was the land; therefore, gold was its foundation. So the constitution of Immeragesucht was written, too, on pure gold. Indeed, the wealth of Immeragesucht was

Within the kingdom of Immeragesucht was a majestic and luxurious castle, the Ewiglawunsch Palace. It had inside it over a million elegant luxury suites, each one furnished gorgeously and painted with gold. Their floors were authentic silver and the window panes platinum with the highest worth. The cloth of the drapes was red silk lavished with the most precious of stones. A word to describe the beauty of Ewiglawunsch did not exist, and the entire palace was praised greatly with admiration by the people of Immeragesucht. However this very castle was the home of the precious King Miserabelaherzeria, son of Wohlhabenderseele and King of Immeragesucht, but known by the people of Immeragesucht as "The King of Wounds." This great creature, a magnificent and glorious nighted avian, stood before his royal mirror in his suite of elegance and placed at the center of his coat the emblem of Immeragesucht (a fractured black jeweled heart) as the moonlight shone through the twenty foot window and

Ten armed guards marched through the halls of Ewiglawunsch, one of them carrying King Miserabelaherzeria's body in his arms. Onto his great throne of pain, surrounded by many ladies, the king was gently placed. The ladies worriedly cast their eyes upon him as the guard placed his hand on the king's shoulder. "Thou must awaken, your majesty." The eyes of the king slowly opened, and he began to groan. Two royal maids approached the throne of Immeragesucht where the king rested, and they curtsied before him. "Tell us, your great majesty, is there anything we must do to ease the pain?" asked a maid. "My maidens," replied King Miserabelaherzeria. "There is no remedy strong enough to lift this heavy pain from my body. A medicine to cure this pain does not exist." The ladies surrounding him began to rub his severely wounded legs and feet, but the rubbing caused deep pain to their hands. "Oh, dear King, why are thy legs giving me pain?" a lady began to cry. "These bones lay fractured within my