PAST

　　Honeyed strands struck on the wet face looked at the skies in an hopeless prayer. Warm tears trailing down the porcelain cheek burned the skin and sang a tale of pain and agony. Her dreams were crushed and destiny was ruled by others.

　　"Elder brother, have mercy! Father is being persecuted and tortured while this one is here, if the cost is this ones' life then I shall give it. Elder brother please!"

　　Clutching onto the royal blue cloak embroidered with gold leaves that signified his status of the highest general of Eastern deserts, Sir Casagon looked away from the sobbing Lilith that was on her knees before him,...