One hour before-
Mark Eltherin walked to the cemetery where a cloaked person was standing near a grave.
Her crimson eyes were saying that she was a bird fay, a crow. She was beautiful with black raven hair and has been waiting for him for a long time.
"Long time no see, Eliza. What brought you here?" Mark said.
"What a cold welcome, brother, should not you at least ask me, how am I doing?"
"I am on the clouds that you came here to meet me." He smiled, his dry expression soothed.
She drew a few strides to her brother who was peering at the grave in front of him. Her nails were long and black, rested on his shoulder, her dark purple lips parted to say, "I have brought you something about the driver boy!"
Mark marveled! How could his older sister discover such a thing and come there to notify her brother? She had an ambitious personality, a pure one. This could make no sense that she was sharing this matter with him.
