Flamme

You look at the palace as the escort ushers you in. Everything is in black and white, even the people you see. It is a mystifying phenomenon, and you feel out of place as you look down at yourself, the only drop of colour in this colourless world. You stop in front of the throne, surprised and relieved to find that there is a person just like you. He sits on his throne, surveying you before speaking, voice aloof. "Magic painter. You will asist me to restore this kingdom to how it was."