Prologue
Amalie hated the feeling that was running through her mind. Guilt. Not once in her life had she felt that dreadful feeling before but it was most certainly there after the battle. Constantly nagging her. Constantly telling her to go and apologise.
She watched the sun dip behind the horizon; she would turn her life around one day. Light reflected off the crystals embedded in the cliff under her bathing her in a golden light. She would repent for all the pain she had caused. Blood had been spilt because of her. The battlefield stood silent behind her, it was finally over. The struggle that had been her life before had ended. Suddenly, a white bird flew in her line of sight reminding her of her mission. It looked so free, like it had no worries. After it flew off, she finally understood what her purpose was. A white Falcon was all it took. 'This is it' she thought.
Adaline watched her twin stare longingly at the horizon. It had been hard for both of them, especially her sister. Who would want to kill their own friends? However, it was the only way they could save Valaria and remove any chance of a fight in the future; it had to happen, nothing could have prevented it. Pain filled their hearts for the people who would never see another sunset, never again feel the fresh rain against their skin. Although they weren't good people, they still had lives, no matter how pitiful they may have been.
All of a sudden, Amalie turned around and spoke, "We will make the world a better place, no matter the cost. This can't happen again"