White Life

*PHASE 1* Part 1 - The First Sight (Edited Version)

Miru's Voice: My mind never took the chance to realize that my integrality of my life became an open path, the second I gazed into those eyes; that my existence was not some wasteful being who had to rule the entire territory with some stranger who was forced to marry a Hime. The matter of love and the reason to love were the exact as to yearning those eyes. Maybe in a few Anobells, I can search for him once again, in hopes of returning that debt of countless waiting. . . and waiting. . . and. . . just simply waiting. . .

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The innocence of children's webby laughter was situated behind the glorious Kageyuki Castle, a beautiful structure of white stone and gray marble with geometric designs along every bone worked wall and crevice. Not only was the castle in great power, it also stood in front of the dark-richen, Thousand Forest. A region that was rumored for over a thousand years to be considered dangerous and filled with revulsion. Protectors, trained and worked into the armors of steel and royal trust, stood on duty observing over the precious children of Sarra Kageyuki, the Queen of the Amora Territory. The scent of fuddled dew grass and frisky air was addicted to those children.

Miro – Big Sister, look at this!

Miro Kageyuki, who was the second born Himedos of Sarra, was merely a six-year-old child, with the heart and secret of a Queen's mind. Her cut loose violet hair curled down to her shoulders and her large, vivid lilac eyes was a sheer of pure beauty along with her paper white skin. Her Usagi ears were upward and cottony with a bundle of her tail behind her. She stared at the slimy snailer slowly rugging on the edge of her hands.

Miru – That is very disgusting, put that creature down!

Miru Kageyuki was the primary prized Hime of Amora and the older twin of Miro. She was set to become the Queen of the territory when the coming of age would arrive sometime in the future. She was an energetic child with her lengthy purple hair braided behind her shoulders and her pale eyes consumed nearly every interested sight she would find most intriguing. Miru's pallid skin was vibrant without marks nor scars to signify contusion.

Beautiful was what many would remark.

Such cherished girls were friended by the nearby territory Skymare, the youngest son of the Kikuta family, Minachi. He was a rather competent child with a relish desire for archery. It was a family endowment that he became a predigest of a talented Archer such as his father to begin with. He was only fifty-five Daes older than both the girls with salient blonde hair that never waver, and virility green eyes, watching and observing Miro fondly. Something on his face always caught the soothing smile on her adorable expression, something peculiar. Minachi had always determined his feelings as being sensitive and passionate towards her. His Kitsune ears and tail perking at her sweetness.

Yet secrets come as they go if they are not well hidden.

Miro – But Big Sister, it is only a snailer, it does no harm.

She brought the dark brown snailer closer to Miru with a smile, however, her older sister jumped in disgust, clearly horrified.