Long Live The Queen
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hundreds of thousands of years ago there was an island called Graylily. (Grey-lee-lee)
The island had a stone call Tayla (Ta-y-la) it was white and shaped like a diamond. It would turn red when the queen was in its presence. The Tayla picked the queen of Graylily and for thousands of years everything was ok until the wakandan king declared war on the island because the canjobea refused to give up the stone.
The Wakandans killed 99.9% of the island, took there resources, and people. they set out to find the stone in the cave called Taseily ( Ta-see-lee) but the wakandan found nothing. they were sure they killed everyone.
All but one.
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