Three years down, this is where it all started. Fighting fire with fire like their lives depended on it, because they did. Trials are only a disguised path to a masterpiece. Well curved and shaped by the best sculpture. It doesn’t come in a spur of a moment, at least for her, her eternity was something short of a decade. A decade that felt like a spur and an eternity at the same time. It was a home she had longed for and had embraced in utter confidence not aware of what it beheld, but for the moment, she held nothing but faith. Faith that she held on to for as long as she could. Over the years, she had been able to master the art of living for this was the only way of survival in her kingdom. A kingdom she had been able to build with sweat and blood. That had not come easily too, nothing there did. It was a struggle for survival, at least that’s how they had made it. Now as she looked down at the ruins of what had once been her home, she couldn’t help but shed a tear. She was going to make them pay, every last one of them, she cursed under her breath. She was going to rebuild her kingdom, her palace, The Devil’s Palace.
