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Those were the years of the lord of the labyrinth...
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It is said that the most virtuous and visionary of the royal servants was a young girl who could understand the language of all beasts and read the poetry of moonlight.
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She guarded the silent forest, the still water that embraced the moon, and the endless hunting grounds at the very end of the dream forest.
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"We were born in the verdant royal forest. Our world is under the tree-shade and above the meadow."
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"That which comes from the forest must return to it. As long as we follow the laws of nature, then we shall not fear death."
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"For all those who follow nature must pass through the maze of the forest and reach that endless plain."
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Her teachings once inspired many children, but like the blood of tigers, it too would slowly grow thin...
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Those were the years of the ominous moon...
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They say that the blind boy followed in the footsteps of his white-armored brother, traversing kingdoms, mountains, and rivers,
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At last becoming lost in the dark forest.
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He was obsessed with swordsmanship but was gentler than anyone. He was too dogmatic, but adhered to justice more than anyone...
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At the end of the everlasting, white phantom in his heart, what he discovered was a relic of the woods, pure white as the moonlight.
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Later, there came beasts that lusted after flesh and blood. When the huntress finally came to him, following the shimmering light of the white branches,
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He had already lost the power to make wishes, and the white form that once guided him had faded into darkness and disappeared...
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Those were the years when the night was on the rise. Those were the years when dawn was still far-off.
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From the nightmare, the wise caught a glimpse of the dark longsword and the red blooming in the water. |