Story foretold by a zest of destiny. Story foreseen from an aura of light. Story unfinished by this lost soul, and this lost soul is yet to lose his spirit...

Gods and angels were never seen, yet their followers trace his line. Flares of Fear are always felt and yet, they bliss it.

Linder is trapped with these thoughts in mind. He's not against god, but blames god for the death of his mother, Katarina and his sister, Mary. It was three years ago when he heard those howling pain in his heart. The green hills and flora plains with beautiful flowers. An ecosystem of wonderful sweet innocent animals. All of it, was engulfed in flames by the sky in swirling black aura. The last thing Linder remembers was his mother's calm mild smile right infront of his eyes while his sister was clinging behind him. She was so small and just became five when she had to leave his brother. Linder was unconscious with very few burns on his body when the crisis happened. The survivors were taken in by the kingdom and the remaining were burning corpses, in which two of them were Linder's life and soul. It was a horrible experience for a thirteen year old to bear.

It was that time when he questioned himself, "If gods exist, why aren't they here when we need them the most?"

He spent his three years within the kingdom's gates. The houses were built in stones and so were the pathways while the gates in black steel. The people seemed morden and the guards had both iron heart and body. The survivors weren't treated very well in the capital as they were practically outsiders. It was terrible to feel but safe in the capital. Linder and the survivors wouldn't get regular meals to eat or warm cloths to wear. All they had was a dirty brown cloth each which tore as time passed. They were saved by the soldiers just to be honoured by his grace. The horrible lives they lived was a price for the protection they get from the fortress walls and nothing more.

It took a lot to adjust in the town for him but now, his hardship turns his sight to a new view. Three years passed, his wounds had healed but had the same treatment. He grew along with his black long hair hiding his face but he also had friends in between. Scarler, Michael, Christy and Lucifer, the survivors who were with him and are about his age. They pretty much had the same condition.

Linder remembers a place where he could go to, when all hopes were lost. The place where his mother told him to go when even gods left them. A peaceful place where gods wouldn't see, demons couldn't find and humans clueless. A place, whose beauty is hid within by the spirits of victory. And Linder knows the path.

Three years of sorrow and a permanent scar in his heart, he now decides to leave the capital and his friends as he sees no future in it.

At the next dawn, he packs the food he saved and scraps people left before, in the only cloth he had. And before dawn broke, he left the kingdom while leaving his friends a parting farewell prayer...