Once upon a time, there were two friend called Esther and David. (They were friends but in reality they were so similar that they had a mortal hatred and envy for each other).
David and Esther were the best of friends. They decided to take over the world by becoming the gaming Monarchs. It was a new religion and soon became a cult. But their mortal enemies, the Kow Klux Klan, didn't approve, because Esther and David were taking their power.
One day, as David and Esther bathed in their glory and success of killing many, many cows, David became jealous. Esther was so amazing, perfect and fabulous in every way that he was sad. He decided to throw Esther out of the palace.
"Go away!" he shouted, very meanly.
Esther was upset that her friend betrayed her so cruelly, that she left. "You'll be sorry," she promised and flew away on her really cool wings. (David couldn't fly because he was dumb).
This was the very beginning of an epic tale of loss, love and betrayal.
