It was a dark time in the reef. The war were beginning, all could see it. But chose not to. They did not wish to see their children die at war. Nor did they wish to see their home in flames. None did. Most of the fallen left, turned against us. Those who were loyal to the queen, who stayed with the reef, lived shunned by all, loved by none. They did not deserve this. No one does. Some of the fallen were brave. Brave enough to to launch an attack on the queen's bay and succeed. They were very, very, wrong. But still they persisted. They attacked at night. Planned to explode the gates. With that, they were successful. Until they saw 20,000 Queen's guard aiming their guns directly at the heads. The rest of the battle tells itself. In the end, there were two vandals and one captain left. They were sent to interrogation. The queen herself spoke to them. The first were the vandals, who knew English. And so, the queen spoke. "Not many try to raze my bay, even fewer live to tell about it." "Soon, you will not live to tell anything," said the first vandal. "Not when our kell kills you himself." The queen was not angry. In fact, it seemed as if she was that made her laugh. In her strange, anger looking way. "What do you have to say?" She asked the second vandal, ignoring the last statement. "This..." He paused, thinking of something to say. "This was a mistake. I just wish to leave. I wish to live in the reef. Live as if this never happened." He looked down in shame. "I will decide your fate soon." She answered with. The door behind her opened, a single guard stood there. The queen looked him in the eyes, and nodded. All three of them left. The captain was next. He was brought to her throne, his hands chained. "You, she said. "What do you have to say?" "I don't have to answer to you. You are not my ruler." He spoke. "I bow to the kell of kells. You are no kell to me." "I am a ruler to the people you kill." She said. "I gave you everything. We let you stay. assimilate. But you resisted." "You never ruled me. You never will. You rule a dead land. A land that has nothing. You are nothing." The queen turned to her right and saw the second vandal. "You wish to stay, correct?" She asked him. "yes, please! I will do anything!" He answered with excitement. She looked around for a weapon, something painful. Retaliating. Something- Something of their own. She turned behind her, to be greeted with the captain's rifle on the ground. She picked it up and threw it to the vandal, who barely caught it. "Kill him. Kill your captain." The vandal was petrified by the thought, but he proceeded by the queen's order. he walked over to the captain. He pointed the rifle to his captain, who looked down in dread. "You will never control me," said the captain. You have no right to rule me." The queen looked at the vandal and nodded, then looked back at the captain. [quote]"by this right alone do I rule."[/quote] The vandal closed his eyes, then released the five flaming pellets into the captain's head. The queen spoke one last statement: [quote]"I am Mara sov. I am the lord of wolves.[/quote] [spoiler]not as good as the last one. Like and stuff, blah blah blah. Let me know if there is any weapon lore I should do.[/spoiler]