Cleansed with Fire

I remembered her. I remembered everything. But was it a blessing or a curse? Half of me was still in love with the blue eyed girl wearing my crown around her neck. The other, felt betrayed that she could walk away when I needed her the most. Struck down by her absence, an internal war brewed within my kingdom. Along with my childhood memories a new emotion was unleashed, one I was unable to control. Rage. Unbridled, unrelenting, rage. Contains mature themes.