For thousands of years, the eight kingdoms of Daemonas existed in peace. When the coastal land of Treano fell to the sea in the Battle of the Frost, 1357, the remaining alliances wore thin and the kingdom of Udiric split completely from the group. In 1580, the Old City still had overriding control of the Seven Kingdoms, with Starkeux and Tereon being those two kingdoms least independent in their geographical position. Over 3000 miles north from the gates of the Great Hall, the Frost was an unforgiving environment where monsters roamed and the temperature reached little over minus twenty degrees Celsius each day. The Dark Ones waited with open jaws for the sacrifices of their human counterparts, swimming the waters underneath Daein Drop in hope of a warm meal to sink their teeth into. The Raven Prince of Starkeux, a beautiful young man with eyes like amber jewels, was the only one to ever betray the royal duty of marriage. In doing this, he faced death by execution in the mouths of the Dark Ones, and this is how the story goes...

I write poetry occassionally when the mood strikes and this is a compilation of them all so far. Will be updated when I write a new poem.

"Can't live with him, can't live without him." Will Graham remembers Bedelia's words to him as he plunges Hannibal and himself over the edge of the bluff and into the raging waters underneath. He doesn't feel as he hits the water, only knowing Hannibal's touch until he is ripped away from him and forced to confront their survival. Waves crash over the men until Will manages to bring them to shore on a beach the current dragged them to. Their first kill as a duo happens almost immediately, and with the monetary spoils, they reach a hotel - Will loses consciousness only fifteen minutes later. When he awakes, he's in a hospital and Hannibal is by his side, sleeping in an uncomfortable waiting chair. As he looks around the rest of the whitewashed room, he's forced to encompass his becoming and the new life he and Hannibal Lecter are about to live.