December, 8th, AD 2821
There is a place where no light touches, and no darkness shatters as after dawn. There is a place where the wind never ceases its lamenting howl and shards of ice ride its shivering back, slicing and cutting. There is a place… I know this place well, because this place is my black heart… and as the sounds on this battlefield begins to fade, I realize how much I lost when I left you… I love you more than life itself. Everything is so dark… but I can feel the light… if I just hold on until the light comes, but I'm so tired. So very tired… it's too late for me… goodnight…
::written in blood on a slab of stone::
::the writer was never identified::
Nikolas' soft green eyes flicked open. He sucked in a heavy breath and coughed rolling over on his stomach. The coughing fit shook his lithe frame and would not stop until an eruption of blood exploded from his mouth. He collapsed to the ground into the pool of his own crimson blood.
What the hell is going on… he carefully