It was around midnight. I head to the battle filed. So many souls no would normally see me. Only those who have mastered the 4th circle of mana can see me. But sometimes when a normal human see's me they say its blessing.
"A lovely fairy. She was taking care of the souls."
"The dead can now finally have peace!"
People say those things. But is that even true? Are the dead free now? Do they have their freedom now? Are they happy?
Those thoughts were Cheruta's..
Every day is like this. But sometimes she doesn't have to take care of souls. A lovely day for Cheruta goes very quietly, to say the least.
"Ugh. No one told me I had to do so much paperwork! " said Cheruta.
"Calm down my lady, I'm sure it is not that bad," said Icarus
" Not that bad, my ass! I rather take care of souls " said Cheruta.
Icarus smiled. Cheruta looked at him smiling and said,
" Look how old you've become! So big. Mother is proud " she giggled.
" My lady, you are too cruel!" said Icarus.
A lovely day. I wonder, why does it seem that quietness before the storm?