Where have you gone? Do you know if you're ever coming back? The not knowing haunts me. I contemplate how even formidable things eventually fade to dust - proud walls weathered to rubble, legendary guards eroded from memory, the words of books dissolved by time, great trees withered to fertile soil. Yet we were more than mere objects to crumble, weren't we? Perhaps I failed to notice the cracks spreading beneath the surface. If I could redo our final encounter, I would come bearing more than a mere knife. In the end, do weapons matter when the outcome is the same? All that remains is ashes where something greater once stood. I search your eyes for some hint of who you've become. One truth persists: it was not meant to end like this and that is the cruelest laugh of the universe. Alayna Baker and Isaac Blake. Who wins?