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Someone once said...

In the world of darkness, everything is just emptiness.

At the same time, in this land of darkness, life is like death.

But for me, this world has long been a land of darkness.

Everything feels like a dream, and that day was the day when this dream turned into a nightmare.

I can't forget, I'm not like others...

My memory is strong, so strong that there are some things I can't forget no matter how hard I try.

"..."

In this pitch-black environment, Yuna looked up at nothing and quietly pondered her past.

Looking back ahead, a young girl was looking at her.

Slightly shorter than herself, and with the same appearance as herself.

In the past, an ordinary girl named Yuna.

She cut her short hair at the age of seventeen.

It was a rare opportunity to have a haircut while stepping into Shia Season, and her mother cut it for her personally.

Although it was simple, Yuna felt it was beautiful, comfortable, and most importantly, it was imitated from someone.

The girl looked at Yuna, and Yuna looked at her.

Yuna tried to smile, and the other person actually responded with a sweet smile.

Her heart was once warmed, but what followed was pain, endless darkness.

The girl looked to the side, a young boy standing next to her.

When the girl looked at that boy, that smile was so warm, so sweet.

Love that was once not cherished was expressed in the most direct way.

That was the happiest moment for the girl, and Yuna was well aware of it.

Those were happy days, the only memories that Yuna could smile at.

But still, there was pain, because this happiness eventually turned into a nightmare.

The black world began to change, turning yellowish and dim.

The scene turned into Allen's street, a place Yuna rarely went to.

Yuna, living in the slums, rarely appeared on the main street.

Since childhood, she was always warned by her parents not to go to crowded and lively places.

Being a demon, even though the ancient war had ended five hundred years ago, people still viewed demons as evil beings.

Tucking away her two horns had become a habit.

Because what her parents feared the most was her demon identity being discovered.

So she had always lived cautiously every day.

But that day was special, her friend whom she had known since childhood, a warm and kind black-haired boy named "Ken," received some special information.

On that day, the legendary hero of Allen was said to appear on this street.

Ken grabbed the girl's hand, and the warmth of that moment remained in Yuna's mind.

"Yuna! Look at this!!"

Ken pointed to the center of the street, where the crowd was increasing.

"I can't see..."

The girl was a bit self-conscious, completely a little girl who only followed her boyfriend's opinions.

"Come on, this way."

The two ran along the edge of the street, and Ken held the girl's hand tightly.

And Yuna didn't need to run along. As if passing through an illusion, the crowd moved through Yuna's body, not herself, but the scene was moving.

The boy and girl stood on top of a wooden crate, both looking at the center of the street, and Yuna also looked over there.

"Do you see that, Yuna?"

"Yes!"

"Amazing! They are the real Wind Knights!"

A girl, with admiring eyes, watched the return of a certain mission.

"Yuna, did you see that blonde girl? I heard she's even a year younger than you!"

"Awesome!"

For the girl who grew up in the slums, it was another world.

Yuna still remembered how fascinated she was back then.

As Yuna was being introduced to the blonde girl by Ken, she noticed another presence beside her.

With silver short hair, just like herself, but with purple irises and straight bangs, that person had a more mysterious charm. She was the person the girl admired the most, Allen's hero, Sophie, the leader.

"Oh my god! It's the captain! Lady Sophiel, the number one sword in the world, is here too!"

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