They were two entities that should never collide. The sun and the moon, earth to a comet. They were two parallel lines, at least, that's what they should've been. There should never have been a Maxciel and Xenith. Never. She felt crazy, insane. She felt a churning sensation of regret pooling in her chest. All because of her, Maxciel, poor Maxciel, is desperately in love with that foul man, Xenith. She chewed her lip anxiously, a nervous tick she'd carried as long as she can remember. Who would stop Xenith if not Maxciel? Maxciel has struggled for years to detain him… now all because of her everyone's in danger. Now, that detestable villain can easily run rampant, perhaps Maxciel would even help him, truly making him unstoppable. She felt her eyes well with tears and drip from her cheeks following the curvature of her face. "I'm so sorry to everyone, truly, truly sorry" she spoke, her words rough and quivering. She tightly wrapped her arms around her pillow and burrowed her face into it to muffle her guileful sobs. No matter what, she had to find a way to reverse this. She shouldn't have been so cocky just because she could use her talent now. Using and controlling a talent are two different things, things of which she could only do one of. Things of which should never be used in serious situations unless you understand both. She looked to the poster on her wall. She'd paid over six hundred dollars for it. Hand-signed by Maxciel himself. She stared at the poster, blurred by the tears dulling her vision hoping that in some way through the poster of which he once held in his hands, he could reach her and give her advice. What should she do? If only he could tell her. From that moment onwards, with no plan, strength or influence, she knew was gonna track him down. She was gonna fix this mess at whatever cost. She may not have known anything else, but at least she knew that.