A dark, thrilling fantasy about a tale of two sworn enemies. Nati sunt ad occidendum. They were born to kill each other. I would never forget my 8th birthday because it was the day my life turned upsidedown when a black mist of fog enveloped our house except the cabinet my parents hid me in. A blast of green lightning. My parents agonizing sobs. A man with dark forest eyes that turned blood red the moment they landed on me. It was the most petrifying stare that was engraved to the deepest darkest parts of my mind. It didn't scare me instead, i promised myself two things, to find out who was the monster that took my parents from me and to bring him to his knees while I'm slowly penetrating a knife to his heart. 7 years later, I'm turning 16 and my grandparents begged me to celebrate my birthday because i never celebrated it after the incident, so i did. Just like what my gut expected. Déjà vu is true and all went to shit again.