It has been mounts after that war and only two years since I find this cursed crown that's slowly pulling me into it's madness, I'm hurting as I try to find my way and even worst my betty oh I miss you a regret what I did to you please my love forgive me. I struggle and struggle throw the clasped building's and roads crossing the path of endless corpses and unmarked graves with nothing but dirt.
I continued my journey trying to find something to help me that and my love betty when I suddenly stumbled up on something weeping from a far it's voice was quite and soft almost, no sounding like a child's voice. I quickly ran towards the sound of weeping thinking to myself it's a child that needs help how could it not need help, it must be scared and frightened to the bone why would the child not be all I can see is nothing but the dead.
