Gone Tomorrow. I believed in the way time moved. Convinced ever so to the idea that the future will be tolerable. What a lie. You ruined me, and I rot in your shadow, becoming everything I hated most about you...

The kingdoms of Bruhan and Zunad have been separated for as long as anyone can remember. So when Bruhan begins to crumble, the people must assume the worst has been brought upon them by Zunad's ruthless queen, Anglesia Orestil. The soldiers of Bruhan set out to kidnap the queen, only to find news of her disappearance. Unable to let Anglesia go free, Kaia sets out to hunt her down and have her killed, kidnapping each and every one of her soldiers until she gets an answer. Tom, Anglesia's most faithful soldiers, is the last to be taken in by Kaia. Stubborn at keeping his Queen's secret, Kaia must reach for more drastic measures to get answers from him, willing to do whatever it takes. Eventually, seeing each other doesn't seem such a chore.

"Perhaps in another life." My dear, I will never forget that night you ended my mortality, shamelessly diving that blade through my heart, my heart that only ever beat for you. Time. It's a word many just toss around in conversation, fearful of the future, the unexpected, and what awaits them beyond the foreseen. That was me. Many eternities ago, I was one of the arrogant beings that roamed the face of the Earth; this must have been centuries before that cold night. The night I had my life taken by a man I thought I loved. The night I got trapped in an eternal Hell, tasking me to take the lives of usually undeserving victims, children who will never get the chance to dance upon beams of sun any longer, or others with loving families who would kill to see them one more time. Always play by the rules, Lilith. But the rules are never fair for the player, yet I followed them obediently, for centuries. Until one broken being; one who claimed my heart. I must find it in me to do unto him as I would do any other victim.

No matter what I do, it's never enough...

I bring myself closer and closer to the enticing arms of Death as you plague me furthermore, my love. To weep in your arms in the heavy cloak of night one last time brings me a kindle of hope that we could have one day been together. Time and Death in hand of flown away with you, as my life withers away in my pathetic youth with the promise of you awaiting me on the other side. I love you, darling. Forever.

Love is a dangerous game to play. It isn't my fault. Not my fault you weren't careful. Not my fault you couldn't see it. Not my fault you fell in love.