Description
"A small match lights a big fire." Fire. Its destructive nature is visible when we fail to control it. It is sometimes said that fire is a good servant but a bad master. It only means that fire is very useful as long as it is kept under control. But what if it was out of control? Then, it will Burns Bright i assure you. ... " Adara. " He called out to the woman who has a snow white hair as beautiful as the moon above them. The name taste bitter in his mouth, as if it pained him to called out to the old name that used to belong to a kinda girl. So long time ago... "You are dying" A statement that they both already know. The white hair was fluttering slightly from the calm breeze and the burning fire in front of them, almost admiring the wrecked manor that was taken by the blazing blaze. She glances back at him. Smiling. "Ah..am I now?" Her smile was so sincere yet there's hollow in her crimson eyes. "Then i guess this is goodbye my friend."
Prologue
