Hell hath no Fury. Fury hath no Evil. But Evil hath no allegiances, though it does love misery for its company. Don't we all?

Few are ready for war. Even less are ready for the death that ensues. This little mare we'll be following is ready for nothing, for sadly she knows nothing. The reason: she doesn't remember.

When the very thing you live for is a lie, how do you react? How do you atone? And when something you thought you lost forever is just hidden, do you go after it, even when it means leaving everything you have behind?