Prologue

And the Lord God commanded the man, saying, "You may surely eat of every tree of the garden, but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, you shall not eat, for in the day that you eat of it you shall surely die." (Genesis 2: 16-17)

"How greedy," mumbled a woman who had been sitting on the bench.

She sighed then closed her tired eyes – didn't feel bothered by the wind that had been playing with her denim hair under her black hood. It was fall on the land and the red maple leafs fell – some of them were already scattered on the ground. A cool air brushed her pale skin.

"Indeed," said a husky voice beside her.

"When did you come?"

"Just now," a cold hand touched her furrowed brows. "Quit thinking about the past."

She opened her eyes then sighed, "I know."

"You know. You already did right," the cold hand caressed her cheek.

She closed her eyes, "I wish I could save you."

"You know I knew that, don't you?" the husky voice whispered. "You should forgive yourself already."

A single tear fell on her cheek. She bit her bottom lip as her companion left – following the wind.

"I'm sorry," she muttered. "I'm sorry."

The painful past crossed her eyes – the burning sky, the bloody land, and the never ending night. She swore that she still could hear screams and pleads clearly because the scene kept on repeating in her head. She had caused too many suffering and lost.

Even now, she kept on asking if her choice was right and if she did right.

Were those suffering and lost worth?

Or was it another form of greed? Her greed.

Because she was too tired of seeing fights and war.

Because she was too exhausted of seeing people cried and screamed.

Because of her massive greed to see a peaceful land, she had lost too many.

Sometimes she wondered, what would be happened if she didn't lose to her greed.

Sometimes she wished, she didn't let the war begun.