Brought to his knees before the kingdom after ten years of hiding, Kyros believed that he would be sentenced to death for the murder of his pack. His sentence would mean the end of it all - his torment, his abuse, his turmoil.
But his destiny change...
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Fear sang its harmonious tune in the ears of the wicked. Drenching its victim in sorrow with the sound of its voice and whispering dark words that were coated in promises. Intricate tales the lyrics sang, and a sinister end those tales prophesied.
Candie wept in the frigid bowels of a prison cell, her pathetic cries could be heard from all about the prisons. Never ceasing, unending, eternal. In a lot of ways, they mimicked the cries that she would emit in death.
But she had no idea of the future still yet to come.
"I don't deserve this!" She screeched, face contorted in anger and desperation. But did she not know that everything that was once concealed, once hidden, that it would be revealed eventually?
Every secret, every evil deed, every impure thought has been promised to be thrown into the light long since time began.
Those darkened in their understanding, alienated from the life of their Creator were running to the cliff's edge, following each other and flocking by the masses, unknown of the death that awaited before them.
For there is a time for ignorance and a time for darkness, but if one does not turn away from such things while they are still breathing, then their death is imminent and eternal.
And Candie was one of the forever fallen. She was treading in a stormy sea, battling to keep her head up and fighting exhaustion as she fought the cold waves that threatened to choke her with the transgressions of her sins.
A life raft was thrown to her, floating by her exhausted, worn-out arms. And yet, she rejected it. She rejected the life-saving device and instead turned the other way and swam the other direction.
The raft was knowledge to save her, the raft represented many opportunities she had to save herself and accept the light. But she did not. Instead, she chose to go her own way because to her, it appeared to be right.
But the path that appears to be right often leads to death.
Blinded by her selfish desires, she swam. She swam and she swam and she swam until....she could swim no more.
Looking around frantically, she tried to locate the life-raft.
But she could not see it. For she swam so far out that she could no longer turn around. Every direction looked the same, she didn't know which direction she had came from. Her live saving raft had long since vanished, and she gasped for air desperately.
For she had gone so far that her only calls for help were answered back with her own echo.
Sitting in her cell, crying and blaming all her problems on other people, she was as good as dead. She had many opportunities in life to reject the way of evil but she did not.
There is no rest for the wicked.
She was surprised to look up from her lap to meet the eyes of the queen who watched her intently through the bars of her cell.
