Lily was the most beautiful young lady in the whole Ocean, but had to eat every single day. The others hated her for her Glory. They left her out every way they could. She had a friend, a single beam. On War days everyone pitched in. The Unity of the Mother was communal among the forsaken; Lily thought she was Queen. The princess fell on her first com bat, not knowing the reality bestowing upon her. No more eating she swore to herself; only water. With only a year left she knew it would be easy. Sounds kept her up at night, the spirits came in swarms. All she wanted was a man through it all, but a man could not keep her company where she laid. She pleaded once with the guards for toys, swore her loyalty to God…failing. The women quickly overtook her. Even her round lover grew ears. Slowly they devoured her soul, and she slit her wrists for the first time. When her family saw her again, they cried inside slowly like a cancer. Lily was all right.