The Sad Monologue of Priestess Aya

''Pure becomes impure, impure becomes pure,''
''Evil becomes good, good becomes evil.''

This is my story, so beautiful, yet so sad.
I was the only one who opened up to him. We taught each other the meaning of the word ''love''. Though we shared the same feelings, doubtfulness broke the red string of fate. I died believing he had betrayed me, I died believing he was the one who attacked the village. I died filled up with feelings of hatred and emptiness. But even with so much misunderstanding, I'm so happy to die in his arms for the second time around.

And hopefully, this will be the last time.