Life is difficult enough for a Lirian soldier. Training for ten years, hunting evil deimos, solving crimes, facing powerful weilders, keeping the peace in a tension-filled world, each Lirian soldier has a lot on their plate. It doesn't become any easier if you have to deal with a dark past that looms at every corner. How will Lais Felix and Helen Song, two best friends with tragic pasts, handle life as soldiers while running from their past? Will they manage to escape their tragic beginnings? Or will the past finally catch up to them?
The maiden's long hair flutters in the wind as she walks. Her earring, a loop with three pearls hanging from it, makes a slight clanging sound as she walks. Her heavy dress brushes against the forest floor, but she does not bother to raise it up. She is already late, she thinks. He must be waiting up.
She brings no torch despite the dead of the night, but her footsteps are sure as she moves forward. She has walked this road a thousand times in the past, she knows it like the back of her hands. She can walk it even with her eyes closed.
She lifts up the basket she is carrying, its contents juggling as she walks.
She is heading towards the tower in the middle of the woods, the one no one else pays attention to. She is one of the few people who knows that someone precious is staying there.
And so she walks in the middle of the night, off to the tower.