She was strong, but she was alone. She stood tall, but never felt so low. Her people were bold, but separate.
It was centuries ago when she was born-no-created. If there had not been a name, the others would simply call her by the most obvious trait she held.
Years had worn her and the others betrayed her. Trust was not an ability she had anymore. A past of pain wrecked her memory and heart.
It was a war that changed the innocence of a child into the cold ruthless adult she was now. Countless countries had tried to claim her for their own and use her for a way to overcome the others. When she rejected any authority, it caused a bit of tension.
The wars raged on as the people within her began to question the country itself. A revolution bubbled up as she was distracted with international problems. She was weak and vulnerable to all.
Until one day.
She carefully rose up and ended all. With an iron fist she crushed all revolts and any invading countries as we