A thin pale boy stood there in the front of their house. His unruly black hair sways as the summer wind blows wildly. His purple eyes are teary behind thick spectacles which is shadowed by his lashes.
Just then an old man opened the door and said "I am so sorry son. We did all things we can."
The thin pale boy quickly recognized the old man as the kind-hearted doctor of their small town Colferton. "Dr. Sawyer, what happened to my mother?"
"She passed awa-"
The thin pale boy had cut the words of the old man as he dashed to the bedroom of his mother. His eyes are red as tears fall down to his cheeks. "Mom, what happened?"
The boy got nothing but the cold breath of his mother.
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Ensorcell
幻想When the leaves of The Great Tree of Aultonomerinaia fell, a storm of swords and mana shall arise.
