Prologue


[Cateleia: Ever since the Kingdom of Iriciel has been established, it has been tradition of those under its reign to celebrate the recognition and coming of age of the next successor of the kingdom, the Salve ni Suezion, in the Mansion of Sierra. Its grand halls and majestic carvings indicate the history of its land. It was festive, indeed; however every festival has its mishap.]

Girl: *awakens from her slumber*

[Cateleia: Once upon a time, there was a young girl whose hair was of snow and eyes of amber who wore a white lacy dress to attend the festival.]

Girl: *searches around* Rust! Clay!

[Cateleia: She brought two of her closest friends, one was a hunter of kinds and another who bore the earth. The three of them cared for each other deeply.]

Girl: Rust? *sees a half-open door* Clay?

[Cateleia: As the party went on throughout the night, the young girl saw a gleam of light from a wooden door. She could not take her eyes of its shimmering attraction however when she took a peek...]

Girl: *peeks through the door with a shocked reaction* What... happened?

[Cateleia: The spell over her had broken and she had seen the truth.]

Girl: What... *tears start falling from her eyes* Why? *starts running and panicking* Rust! Clay! Where are you?

Cracky voice: ... will die.

Girl: *turns to the voice* T-the dojo? *opens the front door and sees someone being stabbed endlessly*

Cracky voice: *begins in a cold stoic voice* You...

Girl: *gets splattered with blood and has a shocked expression* N-no. *starts stuttering* No. *shakes head in shock*

Cracky voice: ... will...

Girl: No, don't *backs away slowly and falls on the floor* Don't come. Don't.

Cracky voice: *silences and smiles* ... die... *caresses the side of her face*

Girl: *eyes widen and screams in terror*