I stop and I begin to think to myself once again. Why would I, the Queen of Albion, adventure all the way to Aurora for some man I hardly knew. All the way, and possibly risking my life for…Reaver? Why do I even care enough?

Thinking to myself, I shut my eyes and raised my head up to the sky, letting the heavy rain batter my face as I breathed in the cold air gently in an attempt to think and calm down. What was I to do? If I was to go, who is to say he would even be there? Aurora isn't just one city; it's a whole world of sand and catacombs.

Opening up my eyes and bowing my head back over, I realise my thoughts. I cannot abandon Albion for one person. I can't go. Even if I wish to. I slowly turn and I trod back to the castle, slowly and with a feeling of depression.

It was another raining day, the winter time finally taking a firm grip of Albion and it was now 6 months since anyone had seen Reaver since his party and I had nearly completely forgot about him and the conversation we had passed and returned. Yet, I felt emptiness in my life. He was the annoyance in my life that was terrorizing my subjects, keeping me busy most days with having to go shout at him for being insufferable, reckless and psychotic as he shoots down any old worker for taking more than a 3 second break from manual labour. I hate Reaver; I honestly do with every inch of me but...

"My lady!" I suddenly heard as the sound of my door being battered open sounded.

"It's Bowerstone Industrial. The people aren't working." I heard in Jaspers voice as my head cocked off to the side to see him standing there. Without a word to him, I jumped up and practically threw myself at my dressing area and I threw on the first things I could see. A black shirt, a black corset and black skin tight leather leggings and I tied a red sash around my waist as a belt before running out into the hallway, grabbing a sword from the rack on the way by and securing my fire and sword glove onto my left hand, running though crowds of concerned servants. All were saying things like 'We're ruined!' or 'We're going to lose our jobs' as I ran through them at a fast pace, suddenly and accidently bumping into Logan again.

"Logan, is it true? Are the people no longer working?" I ask him in a frantic tone as he looks at me in a panicked way.

"Yes, it be true. Where is that man Reaver anyway? He's the only one who can keep those people in check!" He says in almost an angry way as he pushes his way past me and going to the crowds of servants trying to make them be quiet and I keep going down the left hallway, trying to find an inconspicuous way out of the castle so my subjects do not see me and think that I am trying to escape in fear. I go through several halls, full of paintings and random sculptures before coming to the servant's kitchen and going out the back door on the left side of the room and into the back garden that's full with statues, flowers and a view of Bowerstone Industrial which…didn't have any smoke coming from it. Lords and Ladies of all kinds noticed me, looking at each other in confusion as to why their Queen was running around so frantically and very quickly but I kept running down the steps and towards the tombs where my mother is buried, the last hero of Albion. I make it to the catacomb steps and I force my way down before pushing open the doors and I begin to make my way through the tunnel system. I push my way through bats and Hobbes until I make it to her large grave and I step on the guild seals just by them before using my powers and teleporting to the sanctuary.

"Ah, hello." I hear in Jaspers voice as the place is revealed to me and I immediately go for the table in the middle on the room and I stare down.

"I'm going to find Master Reaver, okay? We can't have the industry failing, especially with our debt. Albion will be ruined if we don't get him back here." I say as I look over to Jasper slowly as he nods to me, understanding with what I was saying. Then, I leaned forwards and I tapped on Aurora city and it all went black.

My vision restoring once more, I felt warmth all around me and I realised that it had worked and that I was in the hot desert country of Aurora. It was calm and it seemed to be dawn as I could see darkness and yet light and there were little people around. Everyone who saw my although smiled to me and gave me a brief bow in a form of respect and I did the same back before beginning my search around the city. I went to most houses and most doors and nobody had any idea where he was and some had no idea who he was and it gave me a huge feeling of discouragement. Then, it hit me. Reaver is very, very old because he uses sacrifices to stay young and I know for a fact that he has to go every year to place to do it, but whom and where does he go to? Maybe…he's with the darkness. It could make sense. Maybe they use him for souls and he uses them for life…

Without another thought I being running in the way of the open sand and I begin to run as fast as I can, sword in hand as those odd black sand creatures appear from nowhere and I slash and rip at the shadow like creatures until they scram and disappear into thin air, some running off terrified as I make my way towards the huge fortress in the background where I had adventured with Walter before his death. It must've taken about 40 minutes before I reached the fortress, but I made it, covered in my own blood and some black substance from those creatures and I made my way inside. It took me a second due to the abruptness, but I saw it. I saw four large shadow figures floating there, as if people with hoods up, looking right at me.

"Re-va?" One of them called out in a broken and gravelly voice and I shook my head.

So, I was correct.

"No, I am the Queen of Albion. I have come for him." I say in the strongest voice I could manage as I began to feel very intimidated by the huge figures in front of me.

"Ah, a Queen!" I heard in a lower voice from one. "Yes…Yes you will do!" They whispered as a black shadow began to approach me and got into a readied stance as it came towards me and I slashed and hacked at it…but it just kept reforming until it was making its way up my legs and I screamed out in horror.

"Hehe, he said he had something nice for us this time." I heard a higher voice say as the shadows raised me up from the ground and began to take a firm grip on me as I struggled and swayed in an attempt to somehow get free, but it didn't work.

Fine. If my death will compensate for Bowerstone coming back to life, I'll do it. I'd rather be remembered as the Queen who died for her people anyway.

I shut my eyes hard as I heard the deep, demonic laughing of the shadow people and it was getting closer. They were going to kill me.

I then heard something odd. I heard the sound of someone walking in slowly and casually before their feet scuffled, as if they got a sudden shock or had to do a double take and I then heard the sound of metal drop, the similar sound to when a sword is dropped and what seemed to be fast running. Then I heard it.

"Unhand her!"

Reaver?...Reaver!

"R-Rea-…Reav-.." I choked out as I felt the air being squeezed out of my body slowly as I attempted to struggle a little again.

"Fucking drop her!" I heard in Reaver's voice, and it made me jump. His voice sounded…as if he was terrified. I've never heard him sound ever more than slightly amused before…this is…so strange.

"Ah, Reaver." One of the shadow voices almost purred as the air continued to leave my body.

"She isn't my sacrifice. Let her down." He said in a slow way, as if having to force himself to say it.

"Oh, but she's so nice although. This could be enough payment for 10 years, Reaver. You wouldn't need to visit us for years. Just let us have her." The demonic toned voice called out to him with almost a laugh in his voice, taking obvious amusement from the situation.

There was a pause. A large pause. Nobody spoke or moved as obvious thinking was going on. Since I can't open my eyes, I can only imagine Reaver. He'll be standing there, twirling his cane in thought, almost breaking his hand due to a hard grip of anger.

"I-I….I-..." He stuttered out tentatively as then then I heard several echoed voices laughing manically.

"So, he's choosed." It says as the grip around me tightens and I let out a struggled scream for help before I felt sudden release. I had completely passed out cold.

"My Queen? My liege? My lady?" I heard in an echoed voice as I slowly began to open my eyes again.

"Rea- ver?" I stutter out, reaching out into the darkness only to feel my hand being held.