The sky began to clear as the dim clouds gradually disappeared, giving way to the stars to show themselves before Patriarge. The damp, cold floor glistened from the moon. A puddle reflected the stars and the shape of the sun of the night. The boy was still in Dayie's arms, unmoving and pale.
His skin looked like ivory, and his silver hair was almost white underneath the moonlit night. Dayie stares at the boy, with memories slowly coming back to her.
"I am cursed." The boy said. "Better go before you catch misfortune,"
'How nonchalant,' Dayie said to herself as he stares at the boy. They were in Patriarge's deserted caves where rock formations are found. "The sabers," the boy exclaimed.
"You mean the tigers?"
He nodded, with a blank look on his face. "They're going to be unleashed once my masters find an intruder."
