Long ago, two races ruled over the earth:

Monsters and humans... And I was queen over one of them.

It's easy to forget than I was once a queen. Not when the beginning of my life was so humble. Of course I never saw myself above any other monster that lived in our kingdom, his kingdom. I am no better than any other creature here, still we tried our best to lead our kingdom. Despite everything Asgore was and still is a good leader. He loved his people as if they were his own family. For a long time our kingdom, or race flourished with the humans, but we possessed something they didn't. Magic a form that they themselves could not use. They were scared of us, our abilities, sometimes the way we looked ourselves played a big part of of anything the humans made a choice. This world wasn't big enough for both kinds to coexist, and something had to be done about it.

Then the war came and nearly wiped our people out of existence. My own family, Asgores family, wiped out by the hand of man. When they still had the ability to use a little magic, the humans sealed us away, like some kind of wild animal. I know they did this out of fear, had they only talked to us, instead of attacking, I am sure we could have found a solution peacefully... but alas none of that matters now.

Once the war was over, for a time we tried to rebuild, to take what fate had dealt us and shape it into something workable. Something liveable. We called it home, Asgore's idea, god how that man was terrible with names. With what supplies we had, with what little resources we could conjure up, we built a shabbily build a new kingdom. A ghost of our race's once proud heritage.

Then monsters started to fall. The move, all the loss we all suffered, and the rebuilding had finally took it's toll on our people. They were losing hope, and that is dangerous to a monster. Monsters often wonder, why hope is so important to us. Well our HP has a lot to do with that. You see HP is an acronym, it stands for hope. The higher your hope is, the stronger your spirit is. The strength of your spirit, will help you overcome any obstacle in your path, at least this is true for monsters. Our souls are linked to our hope- it fuels our magic. It is what drives us. Humans gain power through LOVE. But this is a conversation for another time.

Now the lower you hope is, the weaker you spirit is, the easier it is to give up. To let things hurt you. Once your Hope falls to zero, the magic that sustains you will, fade, and you will become undone. Your mass will shatter into dust. This is why once they started to lose hope we tried to think of ways to keep that from happening. We tried building on ward and outward, along the way discovering, the underground snow forest, we soon called Snowdin, the Waterfall- the lava lands- which was swiftly renamed hotlands by Asgore, and finally settled in a new capital near the edge of the barrier. We called it NEW HOME...Once again this was Asgores doing, but it was still not enough. Monsters continued to fall from loss of hope.

By that time we settled in New Home, I found out I was expecting my first child, my love, my hope- Asriel. In the darkest time, the event of a royal birth gave our people something to think about. Something to hope for. Oh god thinking about it now hurts my heart. He was such a wonderful child. Never a problem, always wanting to help. He was a good boy, and prince. Like his father he cared for any and everyone who lived underground. It was really no surprise he was the one to find the first fallen human since our imprisonment.

My darling Chara...They were an interesting child. There's a reason that no one climbs mount. Ebott. If not for the legends of monsters, then surely the harshness of the climb in and of itself. So it's odd enough to find experienced hikers and climbers up these ways...even more so a child... Whatever the reason the mountain called them, they never told us.

Regardless, we were welcoming to them. There was enough war, and fighting. This small human had been through enough, the look in their eyes could tell anyone. So My husband and I took on the task of raising this fallen human. Once again the underground was filled with hope. The hope that one day we could broker peace with the humans, as we had tried so long ago.

Chara, was a quite child. Kind, and ever curious, but underneath that was an intelligence that could be almost frightening at times. They kept to themselves mainly, only ever daring to come out of their shells with Asriel around. We chalked it up to how they were treated on the surface. This and little social ques were the only tellings we ever had. They were always polite- always proper- and whenever me or my husband made a move that was deemed to fast or moved in a way that was deem unwelcoming- they'd flinch or react as if we were to raise our hand to them. It was disheartening to think someone would mistreat a child, but the evidence was clear...

One time they were being tutored on history by our then captain of the knights. He was teaching them about the war, and the subsequence-al barrier. I remember coming in as the Captain tried so hard to calm them. ' It isn't right- it isn't fair- those humans should be buried down here- not us!' They cried. Never had I seen them so vocal or angry. It was then we learned of their hatred of humanity- their want to wipe out the creatures that hurt them so thoroughly. It scared my husband and I...

It was troubling, but like fools we tried to brush it off, a little after that my husband fell ill one day after eating a treat, made by our children. A gift nothing more but it had Asgore laid out for weeks, poison was the verdict. We found out it was a simple mistake, our Chara and Asriel mistook, Buttercups, for CUPS OF BUTTER. It was easy for one so young to make the mistake, and they did not know of the consequences. Had they of, I am certain they would have not done such a thing in the first place.

….But...One thing still sticks out in my mind. It was during Asgore's recuperation...As normal Asriel showed great remorse for what he had done... But my darling child Chara...I remember...them...laughing...Just laughing it off, as if it were a joke, it was almost chilling. I feel... that they were trying to mask their horror, that they felt truly afraid they had nearly killed their adoptive father, and fell back on the only thing their young mind could think of... That is what I feel at least.

We tried to push past it. We showed them love, taught them kindness and let them grow with us. Alas their stay with us was short, but wonderful all the same...One day...oh god thinking about it now hurts, but I shall try to recount this. One day...they came to us with a rash around their mouth. It puzzled us at first, but that was only the beginning. It only got worse from there. Next came the blisters, I've never seen Asgore so terrified in my life, not even in war, made that man move like he did when Chara collapsed in my arms. Then...Well I won't get into the details, god knows you would never want to experience something like that... Not to you, your enemy, or...your sweet child.

That day the underground lost hope, Asriel lost his sibling, and we lost our child. Fate had taken another thing from us, but it wasn't the only thing to be lost that day...In his grief, Asriel took Chara's soul and absorbed it. Humans cannot absorb human souls, the same goes for monsters, but a monster can absorb a human soul. In Chara's final moments, a second of delirium I am certain, they asked to see the flowers in their died before this request was fulfilled. Asgore and I begged, and pleaded for Asriel not to do such a thing, but he ignored us, and transcended to a monster with unfathomable power. He gently scooped up the body, and went to fulfill, Chara's last request.

He passed through the barrier with ease. For all his power, it would take much more to break the barrier. Of course, we did not think about it, we just wanted our son, Asriel to come back alive...But that too was not to be. He was gone all day, only returning at sunset. He was injured, dying, still holding their siblings body close to his. In a sad we it was not surprising. The humans often attack what they do not understand, and surely a monster, with power carrying the lifeless body of a child would come across as though it had attacked them. Had they had stopped and thought about it...well it didn't matter...did it not...they attacked him, and yet he never rose a hand to defend himself. Even with the power that some would consider a titan...he never hurt anyone...or did anything to defend himself. Just gather their sibling and left. The whole trip was for nothing, it gave absolutely nothing, he did not lay Chara to rest in their village. We did not broker a peace to humans. All it did was take my sweet child.

When guards told us of Ariel's return, we were greeted by the sight of our dying child. In our arm, he faded into dust, spreading out among the flowers. In one day I lost my son, my child, my hope.

We all took the loss in different ways, some lost their hope, others grieved in private and looked towards my husband on what to do. I needed the support of my love, he...He became something else. In his grief, I am certain he went mad. ' Any human that falls down here will be killed, their soul harvested, and we will use this to free us! Then we will take revenge against humanity, and wipe their clean off the face of the earth!' It gave them all hope, freedom. A forced peace- through bloodshed.

I didn't recognize him, no anyone, this was frenzy, it was madness. There was no time to grieve once the first human fell- they were slaughtered. Asgore could have stopped it right then, taken the soul cross the barrier peaceful taken the 6 other souls he need to shatter the barrier and make peace finally...but no- he let his hatred discide for him.

I fled. I could not bear it any longer. They rejoiced at the death of an innocent human, trivializing it as nothing more than a rung on a ladder to climb for freedom. True some held their concerns about- well everything- but the prospect of freedom was an overwhelming idea.

I fled to the only place I felt truly safe, truly at peace. Away from Asgore- away from cities, away from everything.

In hindsight, it is rather funny I fled to the only place I ever felt safe. Where we started from, our old home...I was a coward, but I do not regret the action I took. I sealed the door, the same way they sealed us away, no one can enter only be let out. It was a weaker version of the spell but regardless. It served it's purpose.

When I left I took what remained of my child, and the remains of Chara. I did not want them to remain underground like that, like some ghoulish reminder of our past, forever in limbo in some basement. They deserved to finally be at peace, if not in this life than at least the next. I buried them under a patch of flowers, which I tended to everyday. For a time, all was peaceful but that never lasts.

Then they fell. The fallen ones, the souls that soon Asgore would gather. I often wonder...if he even knew anything about them, or wanted to learn anything about them when they came to him. More than likely not. It would serve as a reminder of his Sins whenever he'd reflect upon his knowledge.

Each was so different than the last but held one thing in comment, determination. It was strangely familiar, like being...almost like being with Chara again.

Because I became the caretaker of the ruins- keeping it's upkeep, I took them in under my wing. I could not let them hurt them. I could not let humanity suffer like we had. We, down below, were much better than that. So I took it upon us to take care of the ones who fell.

I did not wait long until the first one fell, when I came to stay in the ruins.

They were a strange child, they tried to prove so strong, as if they weren't afraid of anything. But that's what they were, scared...They were scared of everything, it reminded me so much of Chara. They were trying to stay brave in the face of uncertainty...But they knew they did not belong there. With much convincing they left my home. For days I hoped they would change their mind, or perhaps my people would have welcomed them with open arms...? Twas all foolishness. Word spreads quickly, and it was proclaimed, another soul had been harvested.

After a while another child fell. They seemed younger than the first one but they had a very high moral code. If they were in the wrong they would apologize, but should you be the wrong one they would hold you up to a standard and come to expect the best of you. The little dancer was so talented for one so young. When they heard about what happened to the others from the monsters in the ruins, they felt it was their moral duty to guild Asgore to the right path...They did not survive their meeting with him.

Determination fuels some, but for others, sometimes there are more forces at work. Sometimes they forget about the cost but rather the reward. One child, the fourth one to fall wanted to push through to the end. To get to the barrier. From what I gathered this child made it all the way to Asgore, through pure force of will, no fighting or anything else...The persevered over adversity. In the end that did not matter at all...They died like the others.

The fifth child to fall was by far the sweetest creature in all of creation. They cooked me dinner, could you imagine- me being taken care of, but it was true by far no one could ever compare to this kind sweet child. Had I have asked they'd probably be still alive and with me right now...But I didn't and for some reason, they believed themselves a burden upon me. So they left. From what I heard, they conquered any problem with kindness and love. Never once did they raise their weapon to fight, no, they used it to create...Unfortunately they met with Asgore, and he did not grant them Mercy...I would not have been surprised if the child comforted HIM in their last few moments.

The final child that had fallen was one that was Just and true. It did not take them long before the story of the other fallen reached them. The innocent blood on the king's hands was enough to move them to action.' How dare he hurt another, this king shall be brought to justice for his crimes.' Before another word could be uttered, they left me. Unless provoked, they would not rise their weapon to harm an innocent. If anything only when fighting seemed to be the only answer did they retaliate. They made it to the king. And fell before him.

That only leaves me now...I tend to the flowers- I look after the ruins and old home, finally I upkeep the seal. My life is in no way glamorous, but it is mine. I do not have the pressures of a kingdom anymore, save for the empty one, no matter how few froggits, spiders and whimsums there are. I am at peace, though it is a lonely one.