Glimpses of her snow-like hair still linger in their mind. Her voice sounds distantly familiar. Her face cannot be seen through the blur that has now settled in. She has been forgotten. She is familiar, yet a stranger. She isn't one of them. Why can't they remember? The answer is simple: forgetting is easier than remembering. OC

Never belonging somewhere and leading a lonely life was something she was used to now. Her only friend was the weapon she carried in her hand. It was the only thing she could trust and believe in during these times of war. She believed she could change the world with just herself and that sword. However, she was wrong. There was more to believe in despite the circumstances. ZukoXOC