Blood. No matter what anyone pleads, it always matters. Everything revolves around it. What you are, who you are born to, even how you are treated is predetermined by.... what? No one knows for sure. The answers you're born into seem to always be lacking, but still you are born into them. We squabble over such matters as these. Wars are fought over trivial things and the blood that can seem so precious, so important, but sometimes so worthless is cast to the ground along with the shells that once held them. Blood supplies life, death, wealth, poverty, misery, and goodness. It gives you a family or orphans you. You can be born a prince; striving in wealth and riches or you can be born a peasant; hopelessly trying to climb the chain to the one subconscious goal of all humans- power. "No," you say? "I am not ambitious," you say? Wait until you taste some... Tyrants: the story of two tyrants.