Golden child, handed everything on a silver platter, do you not see? You are flying too close to the sun. You are flying too close to your end. Find your way back home, golden child, before it is too late.
Born in a time of strife, she was claimed by no one willing, or able, to cope with her existence. A lost soul as it were, Kismet Vereaux was removed from Arcadia to live a life on Gaia which proved as fruitless as that her mortal peers. Who was she? Where did she come from? What was her purpose in this life? Years would pass and the answers would unravel like the threads of fate, dragging her deeper and deeper into the monstrous horrors of her clan's past and present. Will there be hope for her future?
Born in a time of strife, she was claimed by no one willing, or able, to cope with her existence. A lost soul as it were, Kismet Vereaux was removed from Arcadia to live a life on Gaia which proved as fruitless as that her mortal peers. Who was she? Where did she come from? What was her purpose in this life? Years would pass and the answers would unravel like the threads of fate, dragging her deeper and deeper into the monstrous horrors of her clan's past and present. Will there be hope for her future?