~For you are no more than a bird that doesn't belong to the flock~

Act. I - Reawaken

I was just an empty book before you and I met.

Sitting in a wide field watching the orange sunset.

I write everything whatever my eyes see.

It was a sunny day amidst the winter season. Ice is melting as the heat pierces through them. Leaving dew drops to the leaves tainted with pallid snow.

They say, when the sun shines in the middle of coldness, disaster will follow. But at that moment, I'm all prepared.

I felt the cold heavy winds coming from north touching my bare skin. Even when the sun is up, the cold prevails.

I thought it was just an old story that exists a hundred years ago, that demons were rampaging deep beneath the clouds.

In the books, they lurk in the darkness. But in reality, they seek sunlight. Truth be told, none of the following best describes them. Wherever they are, there will be no sunshine. Because they are darkness themselves.

Yes. I'm a goddess. One that creates everything.

But, can a goddess like me create peace?

So I made them through my feathers, forged them with my blood, as many as my wings.

Bring peace at my behest. Thou shalt heed and obey.