The Dark One sits upon the wooden steps so familiar to her…..her fur cloak enveloping her in its warmth……

…..yet she feels the cold dagger of betrayal within her heart borne by those of her own blood……her time is unknown……she feels the ice cold of regret and despair flood her veins…..and knows not how to find hope again….for so long she has believed without doubt……..being alone fighting the demons of destruction has tired her with endless nights of darkness….she knows where she belongs….yet knows not how to survive any longer………and wonders where the light has gone…..her dreams lost to her……….she must find the strength to find them and believe that they will come…....she is tired……so tired of slaying demons……and wishes that there were someone to save her from the demons that slash at her very soul……..that wish her to draw her last life’s breath so that they may reign over her magical land………just one time……….just one time if the ship she has waited for….for so long would appear upon the horizon……….she would be saved from the saddest fate of all………….