There was a time when I thought I was free, I had no shackles, no walls, and most of all, no oppressors, but I was wrong. Could you blame me? I was but an innocent child, kidnapped, sold to slavery, and faced unimaginable discrimination. The reigns of my life were taken, branded as a slave, ridiculed as I breathed, yet one pulled me from those depths and gave me a knife
"I call upon the vengeful, the unrest, the souls who renounced their wills upon facing downfall, I order thee, Arise!!!" From her shadows, skeletal figures arose one after the other, big or small, all shapes and sizes, appeared at the call of their lord
"How naive! You think I'll give you time to call upon your army? Die you abominable cur and begone with your atrocities!!!"
