When a kingdom falls at her hands, Talia thinks about her old friends, family, the people she had saved, trying to hold back her tears. Packing up from her small hut that managed to stand through the battle. She had lost everything she cared about, and as she sat, she looked at her small laptop filled with what she was going to do, to enforce more protection, to make her people happier. Trying to shatter the thoughts from her mind, the image of the barren landscape, nothing left, just plains and ditches, replaced the other images. What Talia didn't know, was her best friend, the one always at her hand, the one she called Slayer, and the rest Fuzzy, was alive. And with a bang, the creeper exploded, and Slayer sadly walked away, wondering what could of happened to her dear friend Talia.
