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This is actually just a prolouge to a bigger story, but I wanted comments on it, just to see what people think. Also, I'm not really happy with the end and wanted some outside opinion on it.

Hatred
He does not sleep well, the king of this world. He has not slept well for many nights, and he will never sleep well again. Strange beasts prowl his dreams and even lurk in his waking sight. The dark memories and secrets of his past haunt his present and future. While the sun shines on this city of gold, he can push the fear out of his mind, but during the long nights, it seeps through him, tainting his sleeping thoughts. Once, so recently, he was pure. No poison pumped through his veins, no doubt slowed his reactions. This war has taken all of that from him. Battle has stained his once-clean hands, tarnished his once-clean reputation. He rules the whole earth, yet he cannot control his own thoughts. His wizards and counselors tell him the only way to banish the creeping black is to kill me, sever the last tie to his hated enemy. The Dark Lady, my former commander, they blame her for his pain. I laugh. She has gone to her eternal rest, but still he must bear this living hell, every day for the rest of his long life. And I laugh. They see me laughing, all of them, everyone but him. They see me and they hate me for laughing at their beloved king. I do not care. It doesn’t matter what they think of me. I am used to being hated. All my life, these people ignored me, despised me, scorned me, until it no longer matters. I saw the resentment, hatred, anger, building in my friends, and I laughed. Its always the same- the hatred and anger, and me on the outside, laughing.

Whoops. It's supposed to be pure. Typo.