Finnceline

With the queen and prince gone, I the lone warrior stand d forth to defend the Bubbline empire from the harsh and amargo, amarga world. No physical harm is done. No, it's far worse: words. Their words, the very threads of fabric they semear, porca 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 amor and care for. What a switch in roles, a turning of tables!

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