My name is Arianna Destiny, and this is the story of how it all went wrong. Now, I know I've made a lot of mistakes, and they all add up to a pretty large sum, but here's the thing: I always tried to do the right thing. So maybe I messed up a lot, or made the wrong choice, but I never gave up trying to save Falconreach. I never stopped trying to save any town on Lore. I never stopped trying to save anyone. But I doomed so many people to die.

It was during the war with Sepulcher. I asked a friend of mine, Corneille Crow, to spy on him. She got into the castle, I know this for sure, but she never came out. She's probably dead now. He probably killed her. Even if he didn't kill her immediately, she surely perished when his castle crashed out of the sky. She wouldn't have been there if it hadn't been for me. It's all my fault she's dead.

Lady Celestia came second. I should have known he'd go after her, should have known he'd want Akriloth's son. I couldn't even save the baby dragon she was raising.

Then it was Beatrix Nightcreeper. She died simply for being around me. My best friend died simply for knowing me. It doesn't seem fair. Sepulcher's forces invaded Falconreach and the undead burned the town to ashes. Sepulcher himself saw to it that my Beatrix was killed in the battle. My poor, sweet Beatrix, who never hurt anyone in her life, I loved her more than life itself. And he killed her. I don't care what the Irismancer said; I don't care if it's not really his fault, it was his blade that pierced my best friend's chest. It wasn't fair.

Then there was Ivanna- my beloved little sister. What happened to her, you ask? She was killed by a skeletal guardian while fighting the hordes of the undead side by side with Artix. She went down trying to save everyone, but I couldn't save her.

Luna, too; she died in that struggle. There was no reason for Luna to have to die- she was only level eight. She was like a sister to me; her death came as a huge blow. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right. There was no reason for her death besides that Sepulcher wanted to ensure that I had nothing left to fight for so that I would give up fighting for Falconreach's freedom. But revenge is a strong motivator.

Sepulcher, you will pay for this. Too many have died because of you. That's why I'm standing here now, fighting back tears. This has to end. Halloween and I have come a long way since we fought you last. This time, you will be the one who is defeated. This war will end one way or another, even if it means going out to the battlefield by night and destroying every undead you've ever risen, even if it means sneaking around like a thief in the night and sliding a knife in your chest like a common assassin, even if it means creeping around in the shadows like a rat and slitting your throat when you least expect it. I will end this war.

Oh, yes, I can hear you laughing. You say I'm pathetic, but I'm not the only one. Yes, I'm talking about you, Sepulcher. If I'm pathetic, so are you. You were once a hero like me, I know that. So something had to happen to make you want to fight for the side of good once. Maybe it was just a fleeting feeling, a childish dream, perhaps, but it happened. Now look at you. You're more pathetic now than I will ever be. You have nothing to fight for except yourself, Sepulcher. Now how sad is that? You may laugh now, but when my dagger is slitting your throat in the middle of the night, you'll understand. Trust me.