[b]There was nothing but an empty hallway, cold and ruined with winter. There were, people. Sporadic as they were. They were twitching, fading from color to grey then back again. Where the -blam!- was she?[/b] "Welcome home, Kiyala. You Traitor. And False Leader of a Dying Empire. Come find me." [b]A voice said, vile and made of merely the wisping winds of the winter air. Each word echoed across the hall in an ominous tone...[/b]