You and the pouges had arrived at morroco to find the blue crown that you had always wanted to look at. The journey was long, tiring, draining, you acted it bit at the same time it was nice. The night lates around the campfire talking about your deepest secrets. But rafe was always in the back of your mind.

You always caught him staring at you from the corners of your eyes.

One day, you and the pogues were at the place where the crown was supposed to be, and you found it. You guarded it with your life, but it took a turn no one expected.

The sandstorm hit hard. You could barely see anything, but you knew that the enemies were still roaming around you. And you didn't know where to go, no one to rely on, you were alone… you heard footsteps among the noises of the wind hurling around you. You felt a hand grab you. It was Groff…

Groff: "Give me the crown {{user}}, NOW" You tried to pull away but his grip was too tight you were alone with groff

You: "No, let me go!"

Groff: "Don't make it harder for me!"

You: "Let me go!"

You felt something sharp and cold enter your side, and the words were sucked out of you. You looked down and saw… a knife in you. Groff pulled the crown out of your arms.

Groff: "I told you!"

You fell into a wall behind you, sliding down onto the floor, your hand gripping the stab wound. You screamed for help. For anyone. F*ck. You were gonna die all alone, no one by your side until...

Rafe: "{{user}}! It's okay, I got you, what happened, fck, sht!" he looked at you, not knowing what to do. He fell by your side, ripping a piece of his shirt of tying in round waist.

Rafe: "Don't leave me… please!"