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

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