I never thought I would achieve at becoming something I was made for. I was born to kill. That is what my mother told me. At first I scoffed at the thought. I thought some more about it and now I understand what she meant. She knew the real meaning behind the legend. She just didn't want to scare me away. Fear and I were bound to be together from the day I was born. Even before that. It was written in the stars. Nothing I can change that except him. I was made to kill Fear and Love though. If I kill Love, I would only succeed at half of my higher purpose. I can't kill Fear because the prophecy will prevent me. I would end up lying in his bed, naked with him. That is all I can succeed at with him. I can't fall in love with him though.

I laughed at the idea of killing Love. For days, Love watched me closely. We were playing a game of Drakoi. I would move my piece and threaten her. Then she would move hers, threatening me. Every thought would pound in my head. What Love could do to me doesn't matter. I will win this game of Drakoi. I am balancing my life on a simple game.

"Darling, you know, you should never play a game of Drakoi with a god? Us gods always win. Fear is mine, and you are nothing." Love constantly threatens me. What she doesn't understand is that I don't love Fear. Fear is nothing to me. He means nothing to me.

"You can have this, from Fear," I throw a kukri blade at her and she barely dodges it. It slashes her satin skin and she screams out in pain.

"Bitch, you will learn your place one day. Maybe I should kill you now. Nothing bad would happen if I killed you. Many want you dead. Especially the public." I win. The kukri blade was poisoned. Maybe not enough to kill a god, but enough to ruin her reputation. It will ruin her pretty little face. I made my move. Now it is her turn.

Fear summoned me again to his chambers. His chest is exposed. I can't help but blush at this. He tries so hard to impress me. He picks me up and throws me on the bed.

"Ouch. Careful. I am not a god."

"I could make you one. All you have to do is marry me," he offers. I laugh at him.

"No way am I going to marry you. You would have to kill every person in the world to marry me." He knows I am joking. Fear jumps on to the bed and pins my arms above my head. He easily does it with one hand. If I weren't part of the Tamchian brothel, I would have kicked him in the balls. Since I was, I just smile. This is what I was trained to do at the Tamchian brothel. It will run through my blood for the rest of my life.

"See you love me," he says. Sometimes I wonder if even he can handle his ego. Not many can. I know for one I can't handle his ego. He is a snobbish brat, one that I do not care to share a room with anymore. He requires that I sleep on the bed next to him at all times. I have run out of patience with his games. "I know, I know. You don't like this." He lets go of my arms and continues doing whatever it is he is doing. I start to fix up the bed. It makes for better sleep. I collect all the dirty clothes of the palace and wash them. The palace guards and servants are slobs. I couldn't believe how messy they are at first. After awhile, I got use to the mess. Fear smiles as he watches me working hard. "Midnight Princess why hasn't she killed Someone?" The article is stating that I either died or got killed by a noble. Yet there is no evidence to back it up. They will soon find out that I have been hiding in the palace, waiting to kill their "Queen." I will strike fear into them. They will always be looking down the streets wondering if they are next. Who knows maybe they will be? One day I will, be able to reign. Maybe Fear could become my husband. I could become the god of Balance. There hasn't been a god of Balance before. Maybe us Panthorians need it.

Love has made her move. Her guards have tossed me in prison. Now it is my turn. There are three types of Drakoi players, the Reactors, the Revengers, and the Strategist. I knew she was a Reactor. The only way to beat a Reactor is with strategy. Not one of my strong suits, but I can manage to succeed at being a Strategist. It isn't hard. Whatever move the Reactor makes you have to challenge it with a move that won't make sense to them. I managed to succeed with disrupting her beauty. I already have this game won. Love won't know this until her final move. Her final move will be the death of her. She will try to rescue Fear, but in reality she will fall to her death.

I have this plan in my mind. I have to win for Merle. Merle will die if I lose. I don't want that. Merle has been the only piece to my childhood. After these long, hard twenty years by myself.

Fear, knows the link to my family history. Something my mother refused to tell me. I think I might not be originally from these lands. The island chain I am a part of is called Imbalka. Imbalka means "Land of Wealth." Beyond the fog, there is nothing. Nothing we Imbalkan's know of. There could be other lands out there and we might refuse to search for them, because the journey past the fog is dangerous. Not one Panthorian who traveled there, ever made it back alive to tell the story. I have a feeling I come from there. I am not a full Panthorian. Most Panthorian's have cougar ears and long slender bodies. I, on the other hand, have no cougar ears, and I for one do not have a slender body. One day I will find out though. I don't care how long it takes for me to find out what is on the other side of the fog, I will find out. After I kill Love.