Back then, hundreds of years ago, in the war, a legend was born. Kurai told even her grandchildren: "Once, there was an angel in our land."

Not everyone was fond of that, they thought that the people of the Evils needn't depend on heaven's children. Kurai only smiled and knew, had they seen Alexiel, they'd be talking differently.

She was old and her eyes tired when she sat foot on the hill outside and Alexiel appeared before her once more.

Kurai couldn't hold back her tears. They fell before she noticed.

Why now? Why after all these years?

And beautiful like on the first day! Of course, angels were for eternity. It reminded her painfully of her own imminent return to dust.

But you are healthy and strong, Kurai. Surely, you will live many years yet.

But... oh, but!

Why did you leave us?

Even though Kurai really knew exactly why. There had never been a choice.

What is it like? I had many siblings, but a twin I never had.

Alexiel-samas smile, that gave her hope still, at the end.

Yes, we certainly are different. You would have done the same for each of your siblings.

Nothing but tears. A sea of tears. A Flood for the sinner who had always only let everything drown in dust, without an attempt to change.

But, Alexiel-sama, it's been so long. I don't know anymore. I don't know anymore.

Then, a hand was laid gently on top of her hair, and the angel was so close, and thus became only now something like reality.

I don't believe that. After all, I remember the child that screamed and flailed;

'If only I hadn't come too late! If only I had...!'

And like on that day, two small, brown hands clung to a strong, white arm.

Time stood still on the hill far from Banmaden, as the hand on now more gray than silver hair withdrew from the small, brown hands.

Alexiel-sama! Won't you stay?

The angel turned her back to Kurai. She couldn't hold her there.

I never stay in one place, can nowhere call my home.

There was no sense in trying to hold her back; like a Fata Morgana, she appeared again and again and vanished just as quickly. She may have been eternal, her light in Kurai's life had never been.

I beg of you, forgive.

Silently, the wind swept around the Queen's head and sung its never ceasing song.