Chapter 75

Standing over the porch, overlooking the view of the Mountains, brought up so many fond memories. The green valleys downwards and alive browns of earth - woods and the rich humus - reminded her when things were just simpler. The smelt of fresh tropical air signalled that summer was coming - and summer was the time of joy.

A lot of times, she wondered if she could just turn back time and lived there for eternity - repeatedly. She did have the opportunity and now she dreaded it. To be stuck there for eternity was not a blessing. It never was. It was not living afterall. Time was something you spent and never take back. One should either dreaded it or cherished it for there such no thing as perfect.

Raymund the Siren waited in the black room. This room was the only place where Sirens were admitted since in the Highlands, Sirens were considered dangerous. That might be because they never admitted themselves under the Reign of the Three States. They chose to be different, a