So, my story begins around the age of 10, 12-ish. I know, young. But I was royalty. Was. No longer. We were attacked. I got away.... But no one else..... They took over. And slowly... My home was brought to ruin and destruction. All that's left now is old ruins. So, when I went to gather my important crests and magical items, I was accused of being a thief, and an enemy to the government. And... I had to run. I don't even have my crest. I have to get back, and get it. It shows I'm the one in charge. The queen. Once they know I'm the queen..... They'll be charged with treason. It's not the best fate, but it has to be done.