Rachel's older sister, Elaine, was the best healer in the Pigeon Forest, while Rachel was more free-spirited and playful. The suit tells the story of Rachel and Elaine (spelled here as Yilian). Peace is always short and precious.Įlaine and I share our joys and sorrows, and Pigeon Forest and Shadow City never truly parted. There were swans on Lake Bovaly and shooting stars in the night sky. A boat will finally return to the harbor, so do travelers. I often dream of rowing on the lake with Rachel. I am humming an old song and reminisce about dawn.Įvery word in the tome shines faintly like a firefly, but together they become stars, expelling the long night. In this starless night, the only light is the fireflies. But if we work together, it will be an epic. Even if we are far apart, she will never disappoint me.Ĭompared to the vast starry sky, we are insignificant dust. Rachel and I have the same looks and faith. The stars are gone from Lake Bovaly, but they are still shining in my heart. I record the history, hoping such tragedies would not repeat itself.īesides this Memory of Time, the only thing I have is the determination to not get corrupted by darkness.
Every sin and feat should be recorded.Įvery kindred with fangs was an elegant elf. In the Shadow City and Pigeon Forest, not everyone deserves to be forgiven.
Listen carefully, storms are raging in the leaves. I used most of my time in books, not because I prefer quietness. In the dark Shadow City, my book will shine. The door to the forest has been sealed but time won't stop here. I can heal the wounds left by war, but no those in people's hearts. The white halo is my special healing power.
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Why was her smile full of relief? Saving me at the price of herself won't make her a good sister! A real good sister wouldn't have left me alone in the forest! And I can never become an Epic Guardian! Item Descriptions The scene of the last moment at Lake Povali kept crossing my mind over and over again. It was then that I realized we were separated for real, by a whole world. I ran to Lake Povali only to find a calm surface and a reflection of the moon. I woke up from a nightmare, but she was not around even if I was crying. At that moment, the reflection of the stars closed the gate connecting the forest and the Reflected City. That night at the middle of Lake Povali, Yilian pushed me away, and she fell deep down the lake and disappeared together with her smile. The Tome of Time was always surrounded by glows even when I was choked by nightmares.Īll of a sudden, the Kindreds were gone, however, so was Yilian.
With blood being plundered, blades have become the nightmare deep down everyone's soul. Her song contained a gentle yet great power, comforting every lonely heart.īut terror was still spreading in the forest. She became the new Epic Guardian, and a bard wandering around the forest of tombstones. 'One shall forgive the cruelty of war, but not the insult to lives.' That was a new sentence on the title page of the Tome of Time, which she had with her day and night. Late at that night, I seemed to hear her sobbing, silently. After inheriting the Tome of Time from him, she mourned for everyone buried in the forest. As the war was over, she came home with the dying Epic Guardian. Till now, I still remember how she smiled when she left, and how she comforted me with her strong will. Yilian followed the Elf soldiers to the battlefield. Until the war between the Kindreds and the Elves broke out. In front of her, I was just a playful kid who always asked for her company despite of tons of researches she needed to make.īack then 'once' was still a beautiful word, She always healed anyone wounded with endless patience and passion. Yilian was once the best healer in the forest. The trailing of the dress was like the gentle hands of a fairy, stroking every name of the tombstones to memorize their owners. Bathing in the misty moonlight, she was wandering among the tombstones in her favorite classical pigeon dress. Through the crevice between the woods, the moonlight was shining on a forest of tombstones together with tree shadows.