Throne room

Cobwebs ran thick and heavy throughout the long abandoned castle, forcing David to use his blade rather than his hand to push them aside. The walls were musky, their colors faded, worn, and covered with dust, and the depictions that had once graced the area and told its history were near invisible to the naked eye. Had he not recalled what he was looking for in them, he likely would never have noticed the images beneath the filth, once having been of beautiful men and women, their strength as they set forth and created a world all their own.

This land had once been David's home, where he had played and grown as a child, and woken up everyday to blue skies and green grasses as far as the eye could see. Where he was tended to hand and foot by beautiful maidens who had prayed for a chance that they might be taken as his wife one day, and given even a fraction of the fame, fortune, and power that his name had possessed in those times. He fondly remembered a few of them who had been fortunate enough to make it into his room outside of business hours.

But that had been many moons ago.

It was the throne room that was ultimately his goal. His feet remembered every step of the way - he could easily have done it blindfolded were it not for the constant spider webs. Incidentally, with the thick white patches in front of his eyes near constantly, he might as well have been blind. But he had something he had to see after all these many years, and he wasn't about to let a kingdom of spiders stand in his way.

It had been a long time since his father had died. At the time, he had been deemed to young to be fit to rule, and in his stead his mother had taken the reigns. But his mother... His mother had been a selfish and vile woman. She had come to power not by brains or strength, but by her husband's lust and misfortune. She ran the kingdom dry, and it was not long before David was abruptly finding it difficult to find women to warm his bed at night.

Of course, he had not been called David in those days. That name he had worn those many moons ago was forgotten to him now, and forgotten to the annals of history, as was his family, his friends, and his kingdom. He had almost forgotten it all as well. But it called to him, like a rope tied around his heart, yanking and pulling until he had conceded and gone to the home he had abandoned nearly three thousand years prior.

When he reached it, he spent an hour cleaning the throne of the mess that had fallen upon it over the years. Carefully scraping away dust and cobwebs, layered thick atop corpses of animals that had lost their way in the darkness. And when he finished, David carefully sat down on the magnificent chair. It was old and stiff, hardly comfortable, but David leaned back into it, closed his eyes, and slept. A final sleep, where he could dream forever of the life he should have had.