No one can truly run away from their future, thought King Justin, as he lay down his beautiful Queen in her final resting place. The marble tomb glistened in the sunlight as autumn leaves fell silently over his robes, as if paying their last respects. The atmosphere was sombre as his horseman gave their soulful tribute and bid the Queen goodbye. There was only one last instruction to give his workers; to keep the spot next to the grave well maintained. He would join her very soon, he promised himself. But few promises are meant to be broken and sometime in the distant future, fate has to take...