Faelinn Chrysanthe Magus the first of her name the heiress to wizarding world's royal family. To be a mother To be an orphan To be the Queen at just at just nineteen She had it all. The fates drew out the stars in her favour until they didn't. How long could she protected we all have our time But it was too much too sudden and yet it was only the beginning Sure not long after the war finally ceased but alas did it really for already another one was starting to be fabricated into the stars. Those she touched in the future could not bare to see such a strong woman they all looked to for hope, reassurance an epiphany of their existence. Break and crumble as walls she built had grown decript with more wieght and age. The translucent image of agony painted into someone they always saw so strong and jovial Yes they too had suffered greatly and far too much. So rather what better way they believed to ignore the fates however foolish that seems and set forward to a good future a bright one with far less suffering. So let the fates be ignored and brought to a better light. Let them not this time have to lay eyes upon such a tragic sight