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āĻā§ âð ð§ððð ð ðĶððĐððĨ
âïļ° ðð ððððūð ,
ðŪðĐð·ðķðŠðŠ ðĪðģðĶðĒðĩðĶðī ðĒ ðĩðĐðĶðŪðĶ
ðīðĒð·ðĶðģ ð§ð°ðģ ðŪðĶðŪð°ðģðŠðĶðī ðīðĒðŽðĶ
(ðŠðĩ ðĒððīð° ðŦðķðīðĩ ðīðĐð°ðļðī ðĩðĐðĶðŠðģ
ð°ðĢðīðĶðīðīðŠð°ðŊðī ð°ð·ðĶðģ ðĩðŠðŪðĶ). âļâļ
âŽâŽâŽâŽ
â HEY NANA, DO YOU REMEMBER
THE FIRST TIME WE MET?
I BELEIVE IN THINGS LIKE FATE.
SO I THINK IT WAS FATE.â
âŽâŽâŽâŽ
'ððūð―ð―ðŪðŧðŊðĩð'ðž ððļðŋðŪ'
čķãŪæ
â Being your soulmate is a lot of work. â
â You say that, but you haven't left me. â
âĪ ð ðððð ðð ððððð, begun three thousand years ago during a brutal war. Lives are lost like chess pieces taken out a chessboard. However, perhaps death is a more merciful fate than the destinies of those who survived the war. Amongst the many survivors was a god, a small god of nature, who held a secret. This god only had one purpose, but never stopped reaching for something more. Perhaps she could find something within the first fairy king. He, who showed her the light and more.
âãâĒ *â°ã â°ãâãâĒ *â°ã â°ãâãâĒ *â°ã â°ãâãâĒ *â°ã â°ãâãâĒ *â°ã â
ÂĐ Nakaba Suzuki
ÂĐ Cirrus