[Location: Focalor, Theul Village]

[8:32 PM, May 28, 134710, AP]

After 5 days of the non-stop festival, the festival has finally ended. Everyone had fallen asleep in their houses, but on the nearby hill, you could see Vernon at the top of the hill laying down in its patchy grass while gazing at the stars as winds caressed his face. He heard a footstep behind him but never cared, as he already knew who it was.

"So this is where you are. It took me some time to find you, Vernon" Nathalia said as she looked at Vernon, who lay on the patchy grass while gazing at the stars and passing by shooting stars in space. She also lay beside him, watching the stars glimmer on the horizon as Vernon's arms stretched out and he closed his hands. As if trying to catch the stars, as he did catch a star through the use of magic, he compresses the sun, turning it into a black hole as it floats in space. As he opened his hands, the black hole suddenly teleported into his hands, but it did not affect him as it also did not affect the surrounding area. Nathalia just looked at it as if she had already seen Vernon do this many times.

As Vernon held it in his hands, he instantly crushed it with his hands as the blackhole disappeared as if it did not exist at all, as he brought down his hands again, looking at the stars as the winds caressed his face again, as if nothing happened, but for Nathalia, she knew that Vernon was forgetting something. This has always been the case for Vernon due to the fact that many of his enemies in the past cursed him to forget his memories, but only a part of it succeeded, as most were blocked. Looking at it, Nathalia asked.

"So which memory is it that has disappeared, Vernon?" Nathalia asked Vernon as Vernon looked at her, with a saddened look as he had forced his sister to become an archive for his own memories because of the curse that he could not erase no matter what he did, while Nathalia doesn't mind as she is actually more happy to at least help his own brother, who would always protect him, but also regrets the fact that because of her, her brother tends to forget some of his memories.

"I think it was when we were still little and Nepheria had not been born yet, and it's also when Mother was still alive. She was talking about a story, I think, but I don't remember it; it was all blank, a pure canvas" Vernon said as he tries to remember what sort of story it is but fails to do so, as this memory is pure blank like the other parts of his memories, although he knew what they were because of Nathalia telling him what happened in the part of his memory that had disappeared, and this will go on until one day not a single memory is left to Vernon.

"So, you had forgotten the story that our mother would always tell. What was that again?" Nathalia said as she also tried to remember what their mother would always tell them after they went to sleep. Thinking hard enough made Nathalia remember it. It was a very old story, even before their realm even existed.

"Ahh! I remember now that it was that old story that our mother would always tell us when we went to sleep. It was an ancient story even older than the very birth of our realm" Nathalia said, gaining Vernon's attention as he wanted to know this so-called story that was even older than the realm in which they were born.

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"A story so old that even surpasses our realm's age, tell me I want to hear it" Vernon said as he seemed to be intrigued by such a story. Hearing this makes Nathalia smile, as he remembers that Vernon would always want to hear this story day and night. He would always ask their mother to tell him the story time and time again, to the point that Vernon remembered every single word in the story, but too bad the curse had erased that part of his memory.

"Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a field of endless white flowers. In the heart of this field stood a magnificent white tree, its leaves glistening like the very flowers that surrounded it. It was said that this tree held a secret—a power that could bring together souls destined to find one another.

In a small village nearby, there lived a blindfolded woman She was known for her kind heart and her love for the beauty of the world, despite never having seen it. The blindfolded woman world was filled with the songs of birds, the rustling of leaves, and the fragrances of the wildflowers that grew around her home.

One fateful day, as the sun bathed the white field in golden light, the blindfolded woman felt an inexplicable pull. She followed her heart, guided only by the whispers of the wind and the warmth of the earth beneath her feet. Deeper and deeper she ventured, until she stood at the foot of the white tree.

There, amidst the sea of flowers, stood a woman in a delicate veil, her presence as ethereal as the morning mist. The woman moved with a grace that seemed to mirror the dance of the petals around her. She too felt the mysterious connection, as if a thread of destiny had woven itself between them.

The blindfolded woman watched, captivated, as the woman in the veil moved through the field. The sightless eyes of her heart saw the beauty that surrounded them, and in the woman's every step, she sensed a melody that resonated within her soul.

Days turned into weeks, and still, the blindfolded woman watched. She longed to know the face beneath the veil, to trace the lines of the woman's smile with her fingertips. And then, as if the universe had heard her silent plea, the woman in the veil turned and looked directly at the blindfolded woman.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still. Their gazes locked, and a shared recognition passed between them. It was a connection that transcended sight and touched the deepest part of their beings.

As a token of this extraordinary encounter, the woman in the veil gently plucked a bouquet of white flowers from the very branches of the tree and placed it in the blindfolded woman hands. The fragrance of the blossoms filled the air, and the blindfolded woman felt the weight of the world lift from her heart. She would no longer watch from afar. For now, she would stand by the side of the woman she had come to love.

From that day forward, the blindfolded woman and the woman in the veil became inseparable. They danced together in the field of white flowers, their spirits entwined like the branches of the white tree. Through laughter and tears, they discovered the truest form of love—a love that required no words, no sight, only the silent language of existence" Nathalia said as she told the story that their mother would always say to them with a smile as Vernon's eyes seemed to gleam on hearing such a wonderful story. The story echoes again in the once empty black canvas of memories, filling it up with the memories of the story he just heard.

"Can you do it again?" Vernon said as he seemed to want to hear it again. Hearing this, Nathalia smiled as her brother, despite forgetting the story, said he would always love to hear this story over and over again.

"Of course" Nathalia said as she smiled at her brother, knowing that despite one's forgetfulness, they would not change.