"In this world there can only be two colors.
Black.
The color of despair that the world takes when all hope has dissapeared.
White.
The color of hope and happines, the peace that everyone awaits."
The girl closes the book and throws it in the fireplace where it burns to a crisp, than goes next to the window, looking at the people outside, laughing and playing in the snow, especially at a familly small couple with their kid.
" But today, you created a new color Aphmau. With the birth of that little girl, and all the wrong choises that you made, you created the most dangerous color. Blood red. The color of Death. The color of the beginning. And of the end."
"All of my thoughts were ripped away in a second when I saw who I was sharing this dream with. His coal black hair was just as messy as it had been several months ago. His black jacket and pants were slightly ripped, dirty, and bloody, and his belt held an empty sheath. He turned to look at me, and I nearly screamed when his soft black eyes met mine."
It has been a few months since Aphmau learned the truth; she is Lady Irene. Phoenix Drop has never been better, growing constantly under the careful watch of Lord Levin and the guards of the village. But now Lady Aphmau once more rules over Phoenix Drop and has never been happier. Or so the world thinks.
In all reality, Aphmau and her closest friends and family are struggling. Aphmau is having a hard time dealing with all of the new 'worshippers,' as well as raising Lilith and her new unborn child without Aaron by her side. Garroth doesn't want to forget about his brave and loyal brother-in-arms, but he is having a hard time while his heart and mind are otherwise distracted. Laurance is deep in the Nether, full of heartache and pain, when he meets someone that increases it by tenfold.
These brave souls and more are struggling through life. But with friends by their sides, they can do everything. For, after all, what is the world without love?