• As night fade into Twilight, and then to dawn, a plot was laid into action. Upon the full rise of the morning's warm sun the King of Night would be lost to the realm of the dead. Who would plan such a devious act, what foul crazed demon would attempt to take the life of the past the present and the dark sky? Would no one guess that such a traitorous act comes from the prince and princess of twilight, his own blood, the seers of the future and the owners of fate. Their planning not to be noticed, their deeds not to be hindered, does no one see? But wait, there chasing away darkness bringing light to those who seek it, the queen, surely she must know surely the queen of wisdom, knowing, and the present will be there to stop this injustice. Be not fooled for she who knoweth of the present surely knows what is to come, but she does nothing, for she wants not to be the one to punish her children.

    The minions of twilight slowly creep to the slumber chamber of the king. Each step they take heralds death. Not knowing, the king slumbers, he dreams the dreams of nobility and aristocratic pleasures. A ruffle of his bed curtains is the only sign of intruders, with a flash of silver and the sound of last breath escaping, their deed is done, they will return to their masters before the coming of the second twilight.

    A veil of sorrow and lose envelopes the castle, silence is the only thing to be heard. No sound to be heard, yet the shadows scream the king is dead the king is dead. Alone in her chamber the queen silently cries tears of lose, bitterness and betrayal. Her despair not only for lose of her husband, but from the knowledge she knows. Terrible truths gnawing at her mind, will no one help ease her suffering, will she suffer forever more, no! There is a way a dark and terrible exit, but it's a release from the terrible pain. The blade moves swiftly through fair flesh, a scream is the only thing left of the queen's life.

    In a room deep below the castle, the scream is heard, and smiles of triumph come swiftly to the twins, as hand and hand they celebrate their inheritance. No longer a prince, but now a king, he looked towards his sister, his wife, his queen. They laugh in their new found glories, tonight they shall bed together as King of Night and Queen of Day, rulers of time as well as each other's hearts. To be in each others arms was the ultimate reason, they cared not for their fancy new titles, but to be together their parents surely had to die.