"Sight, find Chopper, alright? Wherever he is. Only you can find him", Lady was visibly concerned.Following the morning June left, Lady called Sight and told him to prepare and set out as soon as possible."Yes, Lady", Sight answered.It was ironic that Lady should send a blind guy to look for Chopper. But Sight was the best at finding ways. Especially where Chopper was concerned, I thought only Sight and I were capable of finding him now. And since Lady seemed to have other plans for me, I figured Sight was the best man for the job.My chair was a bit crooked and placed just a little beside Lady's table. I watched Sight's face intently. I suppose everyone that had been sent out had the same expression of "Are you getting rid of us?" but Sight seemed to have some hidden knowledge of Lady's plan. His look was that of "I suppose you'll be left alone now."And I thought, despite everything everyone had said, it seemed only Sight really sympathized with Lady.He didn't take much with him

"I climbed up an icy mountain once", she said with perfect composure despite the changing winds, "And there I met a man, my angel of death. He'll come to claim my soul when the world goes wrong and my time is up."I stood with a distorted look in my eyes. Exactly as I remembered it. She was once again lying half buried in rubble, and the impression of a seemingly century-long struggle on her face."What triggered it, Lady?", I asked, trying to ignore her current predicament."The red sky. He must have been looking for me for a long time since then. I didn't think he'll find me this soon. It should have been harder."He was the one that delivered the blank note. "Why are you dying, Lady?", I asked, incapable of comprehending why she had given up."I promised", her answer was too honest, yet I couldn't wrap my head around it.I suppose she had more than one priorities in her life. I never really knew."Is he the one you hated?""Not him. He's the one I loved.""You? You loved?""I'm ly

"No one's coming to help you. Ever", her mother combed through her hair.She sat with her head down, as if she'd been caught in a snare."You were playing with that box again, weren't you? Haven't I told you I hate it when you mess with my things? How hard is it for you to understand?"She stayed silent. Her head was hurting. The mother was almost ripping her hair out.She lifted her eyes to look at the pretty box that was placed out of her reach. She had no toys to play with. The box was about the only thing she could admire in that house."You nameless child", her mother mocked her, like she usually did when she was angry, "You know why no one named you? Because you didn't deserve it. What good is it giving a name to a girl? What good is a girl, anyway? You can't go to war. Can't pull us out of this shit hole. Your existence is pointless."She was barely listening to her mother now. She was lost in thoughts of her own."You'll suffer here. Like I have. But don't worry, my love", the

"You must have realized by now, Seraph, that there is indeed a way. But I suppose you are far too hesitant to take it", Grim said, casually.The sky looked nice and blue. He and I were in some place that I couldn't seem to recognize. He was lying in the most green, luscious grass in the history of grass and I was sitting just beside him under a tree.I found myself outside once again.To be honest, it had become hard to keep track of how many times I had done what I was trying to do. I thought that as long as the future kept moving forward, albeit slowly, I could reach the end. I'll just keep making sure everyone was alive until they were old and grey and died peacefully.But the idea was ridiculous when I thought about it long enough. For one, what if I died before them? It would all come to nothing. My life would have been a waste."Where do gods exist?", I asked Grim, simply because I had nothing to say."Everywhere you turn", he replied, "They're very good at hiding it.""I don't

"Do you blame me for mother's death, father?", she asked, placing the empty cup of tea on the little side table.Her father wasn't facing her. He was still locked up in his study, reclining on his chair and looking out of the window at some distance lands.She sat straight, with her back erect. The weight of her gown was enough to tire her but she was made up, as befitting of a noble. She had to look all the more perfect since she was visiting her home for the first time since her marriage."Blame you?", the lord of the house spoke in his grave voice after a while, "I simply don't think you were worth her death. Esme was a wise woman. A level headed, understanding, noble woman."Faye looked at her lap."You refuse to carry out the will of the house of Vlad. You'll go as far as to commit a heinous crime to that end. I'm disappointed beyond measure."Faye pursed her lips. No one but she herself had been hurt the most by what she'd done."Vlad was born to you twice. And yet, you ungratef