What have I done, thought The King as he looked at the six little lifeless bodies in front of him. What have I done, he mused as he looked out the window and saw the Empire, his Empire, burning. What have I done, he whispered to himself as he glanced through the hole in the ceiling and saw the burning sky. He sat on his throne and shouted for all the dead that could not hear him and for the single damned that remained, "WHAT HAVE I DONE!"