Living an ideal life. It had different meanings to everyone. Some yearned for gorgeous women, others had an insatiable hunger for riches. The most ambitious, perhaps, were those desperate for power. Alexander, however, just wanted a simple life. One without worries. In his eyes, was perhaps the most ideal life one could experience. Unfortunately, he didn't live that life--He didn't live much, really. "Why?" I asked, in a mixture of pain and confusion. After all, the person I had lived for, had just stabbed me. I studied and fought, all for her. Azaleah. Rapidly, my vision darkened, life leaving every breath I took. "Forgive me, Azlan, but I love you too much..." Her emerald-like eyes seemed to burn brighter than I have ever seen, as she said those words. Instinctively, I knew... I was about to die. But... who the in the world is she talking to?