Older than life, wiser than a sage, even more noble than a High Elf, she was the Queen of Fire. Born from the ashes, rose to the flames. Crimson hair swept across the torches that lit the dark skies, winds sung the song of burning villages, she was a vicious queen. She knew what she wanted, she knew how to get it. Was she a queen of justice? No she was not. She was a queen of selfishness, a queen of torture and pain. She was the queen of destruction and she was the queen of death. She was the sun that burned people, she was the smoke that they wanted to inhale into their lungs. She was the Queen of Fire.
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