Finnceline

With the queen and prince gone, I the lone warrior stand d forth to defend the Bubbline empire from the harsh and کڑوا, تلخ world. No physical harm is done. No, it's far worse: words. Their words, the very threads of fabric they بونا into the minds of many, fooling and misleading them, as well as themselves.

But I watch them and scorn them with all my poor heart, for it sickens me to know that I was one of them. I attacked the very thing I now love and care for. What a switch in roles, a turning of tables!

Worse yet, as I am all alone guarding the empire, I سوال it. I feel a small hint of questioning the cause I have. This is the sad product of my isolation from the مرکت, ایمرلڈ Queen, in all Her Majestic Beauty, and the brave prince of Lightning. Oh Great Ones, where are آپ when Your kingdom most needs You!!!