daze

*your the last of your kingdom and daze kicks you in the stomach shattering your armour* daze: why are you alone, were are your friends? *she throws her sword at you and it goes through your left lung* daze: your kings promise you freedom and yet you still live under a higher person *she punches your face sending you flying into a building* daze: your people call you the best yet here you are....getting thrown about like the puppet you are..these brothers and sisters off yours, never return home