“Your crown is made if the people’s bones and hunger!!” yelled my dear friend in rage at our once beloved Queen. After this, everything was a blur but i can recall a few details. I was being pulled away by a guard as I fought to see my friend, tears streaming down my face when I gasped in shock. Something they don’t prepare you to see un the military is when your friend looses their head, right in front of you. It felt as if that moment stretched several days, the river of crimson that flowed out of his body created something in me, a bloodlust for the Queen. I need nothing more in my life now then to see the Queens lifeless head dancing with the village as we celebrate her death…