Adatte

Adatte has finally arrived at DaLan. She looks left and right to the beautiful scenery. Every time she sees it, she feels mesmerized all over again as if it were the first time.

The beautiful scenery and people with colourful clothing walking passed, giving her this enthralling feeling of being in a foreign land.

She remembers the first time she came here. Back then she was surrounded by many daughters of the nobility, and back then her father was still a respected duke.

The people she thought were her friends would compliment her, jump around excitedly with her as they watch the odd but interesting new things around them.

They would grab her arm and pull her to visit all the stores and fun events.

Then, she met Marguerite. Back then she was known as Isolde. She always thought it was a name that didn't suit her.

Her face was shy and innocent, her smile was like a flickering candle struggling to stay lit in a windy dark cave.