"Warriors who bear the thorns, you are the living embodiment of Quturan.

As long as you remain living, Orzeca is eternal."

Is there any other word that presses down on your heart like “eternity”?

Father, I have rediscovered the story about the kingdom long gone,

the story you never got to tell me.

It was in the Promised Land, abandoned by the God of Light.

The story of High Priestess Echidna that led the abandoned children to the root of Quturan.

"The thorn is the gift bestowed by the goddess with eternity as its condition."

The Echidna’s children that slaughtered their enemies with the weapons that manifested from the thorns of Quturan they adorned.

After reading the record stating that the blood they spelt became nourishment for Quturan

and ushered in the glorious golden age for the ancient kingdom,

I went down to the root of Quturan following Echidna’s steps.

"Only the good children that overcome the trials can become the queen. "

The smell of blood and something burnt started to pierce my nose,
But am I mistaken? I think can hear the tickling whipsers of Echidna.
Then when I opened my eyes again, my body was soaked in cold sweat.
I do not remember how I escaped that place.
However, Father, I suddenly remembered the night when I saw the last star with you in Calpheon.

"Forgive me of my sins"

You said, as you handed me the golden key decorated with eagle wings.

"Forgive me for forcing you into the eternal struggle."

This was the first and last time I saw tears in your eyes.

I couldn’t understand, but your words felt so cold.

So, I buried the key deep into my heart.

"Do not forget who you are. You are my one and only Francesca Seric."

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" Axian, the King of the Dead"

The last king of the ancient kingdom that bore the bloodstained crown even after death.
Waits for the Queen of Thorns to deliver his salvation.

Father, I read the ragged history of the ancient kingdom every time I had a nightmare
ever since the day I followed Echidna’s steps down to the roots of Quturan.
I gathered the deserted followers to form an army
and waited for the fateful day where I will reclaim the throne as I planted the young branch of Quturan.

Delore La Sylvia.

he cold star shall arise once more over my kingdom of Calpheon.

However, my nightmare became a reality before the day you promised came.
The girl I saw at the root of Quturan, that I truly believed was not real, came and found me.

With the power of the distorted goddess in life and death,
I seek to reclaim what is mine.

Is she the trial from the goddess that Echidna mentioned?
No, is she the fruit born by the sins you confessed father?

My name is Francesca Seric, the rightful heir to the kingdom of Calpheon

She has my face, my voice, my memories, my emotions...
She wields the Morning Star and blasts the chill of the distorted goddess at me.

Father, pray to the goddess that I may reign victorious.
For I cannot back away from this duel.
Only the one and truthful heir to the throne
will survive and possess the holy tree’s thorn.