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Prologue: Blood Red
I smiled as I flew over Iselia. It was my mom and dad's old home, along with Genis and aunt Raine. I had visited the village on several occasions, and most were to see Noishe and Dirk. I loved to practice making jewelry while I was there and Dirk taught me to make many things like weapons, jewelry, Dwarven vows, and how to make key crests—even if I couldn't do anything to it besides carve the runes into it. I made jewelry for mom on her birthday, and I made dad new swords for his birthday. They weren't up to Flamberge or Vorpal standards yet, but they of better quality than what the merchants sold.
Truthfully, Lloyd and Collette were my best friends or adoptive parents—it depends on how you look at the situation. Well, they didn't even adopt me, so they really weren't my adoptive parents. I had been born out of experimentation with cruxis crystals, so I didn't even have parents. No one could really tell the difference, considering I looked a little bit like Lloyd, Collette, and Kratos. I was considered more of a best friend than a daughter, but everyone who met us assumed I was their daughter, so we just let it go.
Suddenly, I saw something. It looked like...Kratos? Lloyd's dad? I flew closer, but he disappeared. I noticed him reappear farther away. I followed, wondering how he had possibly gotten here, to Aselia when he was on Derris-Kharlan. He moved again, and I tried going faster, but it seemed I couldn't get any closer. He suddenly stopped, and I flew—and landed—until I was close enough to touch him. I reached out, but he disappeared. I cautiously peered at my surroundings, noticing nothing different. 'Odd…' I thought. "Hello?" I experimentally called out. I gasped as something hit me. I fell through the ground, and the last thing I saw were red eyes, the color of blood.