Fan Fiction - Krasobruslení - Drabbles
The spectators hold their breath as the uncrowned king enters the arena. He takes his place in the middle, alone, yet unafraid. His eyes sweep across the stands, one last look before he closes his eyes and makes the first move towards his final destiny. Crown or cross?
Soon the arena is filled with gasps and cheers as he works his magic, drawing astonished sounds out of those who doubted him, the unbelieving. He enraptures them, takes them to a world beyond reality, captivating their souls and filling them with awe and admiration.
“This is him, the king. He’s back.”