"Destroy it," the fearless leader demanded, "and let us hope its whole purpose will have died with it." Bishop tried his best to stop them from burning me. Little did I know, this was planned from the beginning that he laid his eyes on me. Now I am to be burned to ashes by the one whom I called my Lord -- the one who I looked up to in times of dire need. That gut-wrenching feeling of betrayal; maybe I did cry actual, watery tears that day... but in the eyes of the armada, it is shunned upon as a careless, human emotion.