Prologue

"Nothing ever ends poetically,
It ends and we turn it into poetry,
All that blood was never once beautiful,
It was just red."

She was a human child born into the war. All that had taught her was how to be pessimistic, and to see the good things in life as a fleeting dream.The war had cold memories for her and she frequently longed to stop thinking about them. It saddened her to think of the time when everything was hopeless for her. Somethings were improved now, but she constantly compelled herself to recall the fact that everything good will end someday, and all she could do is wait for that day.

But war isn't the only thing she needs to worry about.