Pitty the fool who loved the queen, for his demise was sure to be one caused by the queen's rath. All he had done was love a hopeless cause, but he was burnt at the stake for speaking out of turn. The Queen was sick not in the body but in the mind, delusions had started in her head making her see enemies out of friends and friends out of enemies. However, she was not always that way before she had put her trust in people and loved with all of her heart which was the reason for her downfall. Her kindness was taken advantage of and her love stolen and burned into a small pile of ash. Instead of falling into despair and hiding away she took the ash piled at her feet made two streaks as the mark of the war she was to rage against all of humanity. She was broken and as good as dead, taking down country by country with no mercy those who saw a glimpse of it were given the gift of eternal sleep not only seconds later. Never was she to be seen as weak, it was not an option. Well, maybe it was once, but it never will be again. You see this Queen wasn't actually a queen, no, she was far more. She was a protector, a creator, someone who loved far too much and never got anything in return. She had been beaten down by everything she loved and she worked without thanks only for people to leave her behind in the cruel world that shaped her into who she is today. You will see many like her in your lifetime but none pushed as far. A warrior is this queen that was once called a mother.
