The city fell in ruins the great walls that protected it, crumbled, as houses and the castle do the same. The once hero of the city never returned as too did the sunlight. Life in the city was null. It seems God gleamed light at the dreary nation. A hero born in a mother's corpse. The supposed still born cried, the dull eyed citizens didn't dare bat an eye, as getting day to day was hard enough. The isolated infant should had died but, longed to live, fate was not an easy road.