Entombed

The tomb was finished, but there was no corpse. There never was going to be a corpse.

A vixen was brought to the entrance of the tomb. She silently wondered why she was being brought there.

"You may be wondering why you are being dragged here." The judge said as he walked out of the dark tomb, "Well, wonder no more. For years, we have known about your dreams. You wanted to be queen, to be able to rule over your own kingdom. They may seem innocent to you, but a slave, a servent to the kingdom and the heavens, should never strive for what shouldn't be hers. Such dreams ruin the delecate balance that generation after generation worked so hard to maintain and perfect.

"That's why we're here today. The kingdom needed a tomb-building to help keep the economy running and the peoples' hands busy, you need a kingdom to rule, and killing you right here, right now for this offense would send the wrong message to our children and their children."

A guard dipped a needle in a jar before plunging it into the vixen's arm. The vixen fell to the ground, awake but paralyzed. Priests and priestesses rushed to wrap her in bandages as the judge continued,

"Your fate is to be sealed inside this tomb for all eternity. Thanks to our curses, you will not be afforded the luxury of death. You will continue to sleep and wake everyday for millennia to come. Time will eventually have no meaning to you. You will eventually have a king to rule your dark kingdom by your side, but he won't be born yet for another five thousand years. He too will be cursed with immortality and he too will eventually find the very concept of time meaningless."

By now, the vixen was wrapped completely in bandages, leaving only a single eye exposed. The priests even wrapped her legs in a long skirt. A few slaves lifted the vixen off the ground and carried her into the tomb. The judge continued,

"These two dozen priests, guards, and slaves will remain in your kingdom. They will serve you, but they will also help keep you contained. For them, the curse is a blessing, bringing meaning to their lives. To you, it will be a huge hinderence. Enjoy your kingdom, slave."

After the judge left the tomb, a guard quickly went to work walling up the only exit. The vixen screamed in agony as the curse slowly dried out her body. Once she had adjusted to the pain, she wandered the maze of hallways and chambers. This was her kingdom; this was her tomb.

"Guess I shouldn't have 'wished' for my own kingdom in jest."