Evelyn King stood at the edge of a cliff with tears in her eyes as she looked down on the kingdom that had once been her battleground. Memories of protests and comaraderies flashed through her mind. Her spirit once a fierce voice for change now lay like a flickering flame about to be extinguished.
Her own people had turned against her.
Her venturous spirit had now led to her downfall.
Her once brave heart now hid in cowardice.
Death was the only adventure she had left, or was it?