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September 4, 2003
There was nothing more beautiful than the ring that I now held in my hand. It was of the brightest gold I had ever seen, the smoothest surface imaginable, except for where a single ruby stone had been set, glimmering like blood in the sunlight. And it was mine.

Perhaps I thought it was so lovely simply because I knew that, within this simple item was the power to rule my people with the strength and will my father had lacked. We could be even greater than we already were.

The only thing in my way were the other eight.