Somewhere near the village of Sorna, at dusk a pretty young girl sat under the sole tree on a small hill, girls eyes were closed as she sang with her enchanting voice. If someone not from the village saw her they probably would have thought, that she was some poor soul with lingering attachment to this world singing to forget about her sorrows.

She stood out that much that even locals who knew her, frequently gossiped that she must be if not a child blessed by gods then a poor girl cursed by demons. Her skin and hair were as white and pure as snow that fell the day she was born.

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When the girl stopped she opened her sapphire-like eyes and shed a single tear, but soon after many more, came dripping down her cheeks onto her blue dress.

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Well, that means I'm weak right? Mom said that only weak girls cry without reason... I miss her...

Aris as this was the girl's name sighed and looked resigned but only for a moment, as she wiped her face with her sleeve and stood up,

and as she was cleaned her dress off she mumbled.

"Alright, let's get back or Ami gonna get mad at me again..."

Aris sighed yet again and took off in direction of her village. But as she ran through the fields something didn't seem right to her,

it was early quiet. Even birds didn't sing their songs anymore.