This is Sylithias. Thousands of years ago, she ruled the land. Everyone loved her and even worshiped the ground she walked on. People loved her even though she didn't return the favor. She ruled for many years. She was the queen and Sylithias thought she could rule for a long time.
But then, one day, something stopped her. She fell ill, and today it's still a mystery. It is rumored that she was poisened by one of her people, but it's not confirmed. Her illness wasn't treated, therefore she couldn't do all the things she always did. Over time, when she was ill, she grew weaker each day. Her body was so weak that she could barely walk. Her people worried about Sylithias, hoping she would soon get better to rule the land once again.
But then her illness got even worse, and it killed her. Citizens were devestated. Their queen was dead. They didn't know what to do, and overtime the land grew mad. They began to break the laws and rules, and did whatever they wanted to do. Nobody was in charge. Nobody to protect them anymore.
Sylithias is now an angel in the sky. She constantly watches over the land, hoping that the people would get better, hoping that the people would soon become peaceful again. She feels like she didn't do enough, that she could've done better.
Sylithias thinks that she could've done something to stop this. But she didn't.