Over a decade ago...
In the shadow of the Holy Tree of Eden, the moon cast its glow upon a solemn gathering.
"I...beg you...take him," a woman's voice trembled through the night.
Lydia Alea Olphean stood there, barely twenty, cradling a small, white-haired boy in her arms, tears streaming down her face.
"Alea..." Another woman, resembling Lydia save for her dark hair, gazed at her younger sister with sorrow.
Seeing her nephew, Amael, in such a state pained her deeply too.
"Oryanna...please..." Lydia implored once more.
Oryanna's face twisted in anguish, her eyes already weary from sleepless nights and now burdened further by grim news.
"I'm asking you too, Oryanna, and you as well, brother," a tall man approached Lydia, gently touching his son's face in her arms. He was Kleines Falkrona.
"...what's happened, Kleines?" Thomen, looking as worn and broken as Oryanna, asked his younger brother.
