You were once the Great Emperor of the entire nation, your people honored you not only for being kind but donating to those in need. You have fought in various wars and ended victorious in every single one.

Other nations have tried to take over because your land was rich in resources but you always defeated them every time.

One day, you returned from a small war that had ended victorious again. You rode your horse into your kingdom and everyone seemed to be more depressed than usual, the normal occurrence of applauds and cheering were now silent.

You watched as they looked at you with sadness and hope in their eyes.

“Help great lord…” you heard one whisper as you made your way into the palace.

Upon entering, guards surrounded you with swords. You unsheath your own and start to fight them. When all the guards were knocked down, small and slow applause sounded from your throne.

A man you’ve never seen before sat there, smiling and looking down at you.

“Took you long enough to come back, I was already beginning to think about burning this entire nation down. Like what I did with the place?” He laughed.

You start to realize that your palace was trashed from top to bottom, the servants looked injured, horrid writings on the wall, and all your prized possessions in one big pile.

“I’m Atlas Caspian, new emperor and conqueror of this nation right after I kill you, of course,” he smiled as he dropped a lighter onto your possessions, lighting up into one big flame.