127 years after, Anya sits outside the palace gates. She holds the music box in her right hand. Memories are playing as if in front of her eyes. The cold wind whips her hair in front of her eyes and the memories disappear. She takes a deep breath, not that she needs to, and looks down at the box. She starts to hum.

"Why do you always come here?" ask a man behind her.

"It comforts me, Adyn. You know that," Anya replied. She turned and faced him. His dark olive colored skin was luminous in the moonlight. His golden eyes hidden by sunglasses, as were Anya's.

"Well, let's go."

Anya took his hand and they walked into the distance.

When they got to the country side, they ran. They ran until they reached the outskirts of -. They walked slowly towards – airport.

"We are to go to Paris and check up on someone there," said Adyn.

Anya only nodded. She hated flying, but it was quicker than running.

They checked through security and made it on the plane. Luckily, they were first class and not by windows. Another bonus, barely anyone was flying, so it was only them two in first class. As the plane took off, she pulled a book out from her messenger bag and started reading.