[center][b][u]Anthony[/u][/b][/center]
Anthony was then struck, as he falls back, gasping for air as he gripped his wound. "How dare you defile your king!" He said aloud, reaching for his blade. He was then struck down again as the man brought the sword down on him. The curtain closed once more. The band played once more and the curtain opened again. There, in the middle of the stage, was Elizabeth. Anthony was dragged off stage as he watched, smiling at his younger sister. "She's grown up so much..."

[center][b][u]Elizabeth[/center][/b][/u]
She wore a glowing, white dress, as if to mimic the direct lineage of Mère or was trying to mirror Mère herself. "The warrior king had been struck down by his nephew, as if by destiny. When the boys bloodline was discovered, he was then placed on the throne to rule, continuing his fathers legacy. That is the beginnings of our Kingdom, of a tragic betrayal of brotherhood. We must always remember that our mother is always watching us...guiding our destinies. Human or not, we are linked by the fates." She smiled. Then she began to sing. It was a a loud, but very soothing song she began to sing.