Eventually all things must end, this universe once filled with life; bright and vibrant, must die.   Space must decay.  Time must stop.  All beginnings must end but one.  In the aftermath of reality's fall Death survives, and he finds himself alone in an endless, soundless, unchanging void and so he must consign himself to this never ending fate.  But then reality stirs once more and Death finds himself lying lost and alone in a city the likes of which he has never seen, a city of brass and smoke, iron and steam. He finds himself trapped in a world of swords and sorcery, that has never before known death. Of course all things must change.   What is this new world, where did it come from, and where is it going; the answers lie in a past long forgotten. Now Death must defy his nature, place himself and those he cares for at stake, and revive the secrets of the past. [participant in the NaNoWriMo Royal Road challenge]