"Long live the king!" The crowd behind me shouted as a crown was put on my head while I kneeled. My face all bloodied up and scratched from the war, I didn't want to face them... I don't think any sane person would want to anyway. I couldn't tell if the crowd was glad to have me crowned or not but I sure wasn't. I did nothing heroic during that last year. I did nothing but try to keep myself alive and that got me straight here, with a responsibility I was never looking for. Shit. How did I even get in this mess? Well I guess it all started, when I died.
