She was young and bold, her breath strong and healthy, a breath through her king. King, was the only man she worshiped, he was her father and her everything. Her name, Michelle, her hair a golden blond and eyes as blue as the sea. Michelle grew up fallowing her father in his footsteps and prayed to him everyday and night, through her fathers name, mountain would crumble, and "Demons" would perish! Most people saw her father as a man whom, if you did wrong, he would take his thumb and crush you, but little michelle knew better than that. King was the great, wonderful, beautiful, graceful, almighty...his face undescribable and his touch, heali