"Are you with me, Keira?", he asked in his low mysterious voice. But one could not mistake the hint of loss and emotion in his voice. All those in the room could hear the girl's reply. "I was always with you; I was.", she said. Then her head fell back limply as death overtook her body. Our hero fell back with his hands over his strange eyes as he let a few simple tears fall that he had not known were still there. What happened next is not as important as what is happening now.

I am Lady Ariea and I saw it all. Like the girl that lay lifeless before our hero's throne I was a converter whom simply changed my mind. I had been used by the necromonger kind for long enough and as I watched the girl fall I knew that if all else failed I would fall by her side. But I found that I was not needed; the outlaw, Riddick, did as the prophecy foretold and rid our people of the necromonger leader.

Now I will tell you what happened next. The story that must be told. Two days after the fall of the Lord Marshal, Riddick stood before the former necromonger court and collected his so earned reward. He had crowned a woman, Chrysiellya, the successor to the Lord Marshal after she offered to get all those who no longer wished to hold the necromonger faith safe passage to their home planets, or what was left of them. She then told Riddick that she wished to bestow upon him a gift of great proportion which he told her he simply could not accept. ((Well actually he said he didn't want charity, but that is beside the point)) In the end he allowed her to give him one gift which she thought over for one day and then gracefully laid before him a choice….

"You may choose to leave this place with a ship I will provide and live the rest of your life free of bounties and hunters", she said thoughtfully as Riddick sat before her slouching in the grand chair, that had once been the Lord Marshals alone, holding a large goblet of wine in his strong hand. His black cape flapped as a breeze moved swiftly in through the window.

"Or?", Riddick asked in his usual hushed voice.

"Or you can choose to travel on a long journey through which the persutors will be everywhere and choose to save the only person you ever really cared about."

At these last words Riddick sat up startled in his chair. "What did you say", he asked, his voice icy and vengeful.

"You heard me", said the wise women ignoring his angry glare. "It will be difficult but I am sure you are willing to make the journey." She said this as she was adding sugar cubes to her goblet of hot tea. "Was I mistaken?", she asked eyebrows raised.

"No", Riddick said simply. He was now staring out the large terrace. He could not face her. His loss was still deep but if he could patch the hole in his almost black heart. He had not hoped yet the flicker of hope had awoken his mind to great things. "When I return from this "long journey", he asked, hands on the terrace looking out at the surface of the green water that covered the land before him, "Will I still have bounty hunters to look forward to?"

"I am afraid that both options come at a price; one at the loss of another. I am sorry but if you return with the girl after undertaking this task you will still have the price on your head that you with hold as of this point in time and probably more. The girl was killed by the former Lord Marshal but he failed to take her soul and in doing so he has allowed you to redeem it." She said in a hushed tone of her own.

Riddick thought about this knowing that there was really no choice in the matter. "I will go" he said after a minute.

The woman smiled, "Good, this is what you must do.."