"I don't want the other one." The small girl said with a small smile. She had just lost one of her front teeth, so there was a small gap. She was six years old, yet she had the wisdom of an old woman.
"Why? This one is pathetic. Once I get enough money, I'll get you the new one." The older brother said with a grimace as he looked at the shabby work he had done at making a doll for his sister.
"because you made it. This one is one of a kind." She wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him as much of a bear hug as she could manage. Not once did she let go of that doll and she never would.
Her words echoed in the back of Chase Young's mind as he looked down at the crudely made doll in his hand. He made this when he was ten and he let no one see it. Not even Shadow knew about it, all these years later. His guilt for not being there to save her, his ignorance for not letting her know how much she meant to him, that is what kept him going. She lost her life, and he lost his only treasure, his dear sister; the only one to truly believe in him.
The wind blew gently across the land as Chase walked out of his evil lair and onto the ledge. His hair danced in the gentle breeze as he looked up to the stars and held the doll over his heart. A single tear made its way down his cheek as one word escaped his lips.
"Bao..."
