The world was on fire. The king stood amongst the flames, with his sword in the air above her. The bravest woman I've ever known knealt in fear and shame. She had lost. All she loved was destroyed. All she had worked for was up in flames. And any hope she had left was shattered into a million little pieces. In the moment that The King held his sword over her head, she looked into his stone cold eyes. With tears streaming down her face she whispered one word to him. "Please." He responded laughing, "I'm sorry, but I've been looking forward to this moment." Then his sword came down and she saw black.