In a hamlet far off the cold north of Wimbedore, a prophecy breathes…..A child shall be born with a sword for a hand and fire for sight. Wings for hands and golden warmth for a heart. That child shall be called…….….….. …..Elliotte……

In a world where nothing is certain or cast in stone, Drew, a sweet lady with the spirit of romance still residing in her heart amidst all the consuming darkness surrounding her, and Duncan, who is just as much a victim as he was the vanquished, find themselves buried deep in the fibers of all the animosity and hatred in this dark world. They must survive…. They must fight……. They must struggle…….. But they soon find out that love is never enough. But time is running out. Would they realise this right on time? Or would they fumble until they’ve nothing left but the echoes of the passage of time long gone and away?

Everything seems to have the opposite effect whenever it was attached to her life. Nothing ever went the way it should; and when she had been run off the shoulder of the bridge by a reckless driver, Alice had felt as unfair as it was had finally turned a new leaf for her. That is until she looked into the eyes of the strangest man who had only dragged her to further humiliation.At least, that’s what she thought until Taizhu led her through a whole new cycle of life, and love.