An accident in the container

“I was a princess of the black star kingdom. The youngest daughter in the Royal family. We were five siblings in total and each one of us was a symbol to our kingdom by presenting the five triangles of star for our kingdom that was also named the Star Angles.

My first three brothers had their own symbols: the first had courage, the second had the honesty and the third one had superiority. Before I was the sister who was holding the model of love and I was a sacrifice. We all stood in tall towers for our kingdom with our heads high. We were saluted as defenders and the offender of our land. Our tips of triangles were holding the kingdom high on our crowns. Our personality, our dignity our powers all were marked by our symbols. We were brave and a family with eternal happiness.

But just like the phrase goes ‘everything living has an end’ the same went for us.