Esther stood on the edge of the tallest of the giants' tabletops, wind blown plateaus standing testament to another time. Behind her were two men; one the man she loved, and the other the savior of the world. When she turned around, she would have to decide. One of them would, like her, be protected by the spell her father had cast; the other would face a painful death at the hands of the 'world eater,' a being that frightened even the bravest she had encountered in a life of adventure. How could she choose? What kind of fate had put her in such a position?