The wind blew strongly on the fateful day of which he would enter. The colorful city wrapped around like a coiled snake. He dejectedly walked through the bright buildings until he reached the gray bridge. None come back from here, none except him. Ruler of all, though they knew not. He would get revenge, but the 17th was slowly arriving. Time was running out. He would show them. He'd show them all, and they would be pleading for mercy when it would not come. Forgiveness was to be earned. So he sat, plotting his revenge on the rainbow town, while sitting alone in his home bordering the ink filled river. No one ever came to visit, why would they? He waited, day after day, again again and again. She never came back, and the 17th would finally put them in their place.
