"The Golden Heart, once it began to ache, would often hurt throughout the entire night, relenting only with the arrival of daybreak."
Anos had already prepared herself for a sleepless night, but Mira's appearance changed everything.
Her Ancient Language, though incapable of healing the illness that had plagued her for many years, effectively alleviated her pain.
Reclining on a goose feather pillow, the Princess reminisced about the girl's visage.
"Truly a... bizarre person," Anos murmured softly to herself.
A girl who claimed to have descended from the heavens on a hang glider, a girl in possession of three Ancient Words, 'bizarre' was the only word Anos could find to describe her.
Anos caressed her chest, and for a moment, many thoughts of Mira rose and fell in her mind; finally, she sighed deeply.
"Could she be someone sent by God?"
The Princess shook her head and chuckled to herself.
Such a thought was nothing short of a fanciful tale.
