It had been quite some time since the calamity began and when it ended. Looking back, the pious woman let a sigh escape from her lips. The world was safe and the people of Luxendarc would be spared. She remembered that shortly after the feud had ended, Tiz had finally worked up the courage to ask for her hand in marriage. After all their travelling together, sharing stories and saving each other's lives on numerous occasions, the pious woman had agreed to marry him and abandon her life of piety.

Their reunion proved to be fruitful, as she finally agreed to let him deflower her. It took quite a bit of persuasion, and in all honesty, she was afraid that she wouldn't be good enough somehow. But Tiz was gentle and patient. She knew in her mind that he would make a wonderful father. From this sole union of theirs, she wanted a child to bear. A child to raise and travel the world with, not be frightened of it like herself. She wanted her offspring to explore and to know instead of being introverted and left in the dark.

"I think that's wonderful idea, Agnes," Tiz said with a smile. Happily he circled a hand around her bare, bulged stomach. She was quite huge, in all honesty. But that only meant the baby was healthy and would be strong right out of the gate.

When the time to deliver the child came, the whole gang showed up for the special arrival. Edea held a hand while Tiz held the other. Ringabel was on baby duty, commanding her to push or to breathe when the time called for it. Agnes's whole body trembled as tears dribbled down her cheeks. Spots of blood ran down her chin from biting into her lip too hard. When the pain became too much to bear, she hollered loudly without letup.

After many tears were shed that day, a baby boy was born into the world and placed into Agnes's arms. Seeing the chubby infant only brought more tears to her eyes. His head was lined with little tufts of brown hair, almost ginger in colour. His eyes, however, were a shade of murky teal instead of the deep brown both of his parents had. Ringabel had noted that it was a fairly rare sight. The boy should have been born brown eyed.

"It doesn't matter," Tiz chimed in, wiping strands of damp hair away from Agnes's face. He knelt over to get a good look at his newborn son. Neither of them had picked a name for him, but something came to Tiz's mind almost in an instant. It was a name that reminded him of an old friend. An old friend whom he had borrowed something very dearly from, and would have to return it at some point in time.

With a sigh, Tiz made his proposal. "How about we call him Yew?"

His wife was bewildered more than anyone else at that point. After all, there was still some things she had yet to learn about him. He wouldn't be surprised if she rejected the name in favour of something more religiously adept.

"Very well," Agnes declared, smiling down at her son. She was hurting bad, but the sight of her son and her friends being all around her abated a lot of the pain. "We shall name him Yew Arrior, son of the Pope of Luxendarc and two of the four Warriors of Light."

"I'm so happy for you guys!" Edea cheered, smoothing a fingertip over little Yew's plump cheek. "Isn't he the cutest, Ringabel?"

"Of course. After all, he is the son of a natural beauty." Ringabel shifted over to get a better look at the boy as well. Little cries erupted into loud ones, and Agnes seen this as a sign that he was a very hungry newborn baby.

"We'll be going now," Edea said hurriedly, shoving Ringabel out the door before he could make any lewd comments about Agnes's body while she breastfed her son. While he protested, she shouted, "we'll visit again soon! Promise!"

And with that, the blonde squad was gone.

"How is everything?" Tiz asked, concerned at the paleness of Agnes's skin.

"Don't worry about me," she whispered, heart beating faster than normal. "We're both accustomed to pain by now."

He laughed, remembering their journey and how strenuous awakening the crystals must have been on her. "But it's over now. I want you to live happy from now on."

"But I am happy, you see, Tiz," she smiled, looking up at him. "I have everything I could possibly ask for."

Tiz frowned. "Please, don't say that."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Rest, okay?"

"Please, tell me what is plaguing you..."

"Agnes, some things are better left unsaid. Listen to me."

It wasn't long before the mere exhaustion of the day's events had crawled up to her and sapped away at her strength. Agnes, shortly after nursing the baby, fell asleep with Yew tucked firmly in her comforting hold. When she awoke, Tiz was nowhere to be found. She called out his name at first, but no response awaited her. It hurt to move, but she had grown worried, tucked Yew into warm clothing, and went out in search of Tiz.

Agnes pulled her jacket closer to her skin. The wind howled loudly, almost sounding like distant whistling against her ears. She feared the wind might be too much for Yew, so she huddled him closer to her body, nearly toppling over numerous times. Branches broke off trees and rooftops seemed as if they'd blow right off the houses they resided upon. She worried for Tiz. If he wasn't at home, where could he possibly be?

Agnes approached the Caldislan graveyard. It wasn't very far from the inn, in which place she gave birth to her little boy. Karl had wished her luck in finding her husband. He, too, was very fond of Tiz and saw him as the son he once had. She checked the graveyard, and was astonished to find Tiz face down on the ground right near his late brother's grave. No note, no nothing. Just him lying there, barely clinging to life.

"Tiz!" she shouted, juggling Yew in her arms whilst she checked his pulse. The wind rustled both his hair and her own, making it hard for her to see anything. He was alive somehow. She could feel the essence of life thrumming through his veins, but his eyes would not open. Tears spilled from her eyes once again as she called out for help, for anyone, while she clutched Yew for dear life. The last thing she remembered was Tiz being taken away and herself being carried someplace far away.

A lot of time had passed since that whole incident occurred. Agnes had never felt the same. She'd always felt dreadfully lonely. Not even Edea nor Ringabel could lift her spirits. Yew was a year old, and had never seen his mother smile even once. Not a laugh nor a simple chuckle. She wanted to believe that one day Tiz would wake up and return to her. She wanted to cling onto hope and the notion that he would be given a second chance at life, but couldn't bring herself to. Agnes was a practical woman. Her journeys had hardened her senses, and knew that wishful thinking was unrealistic and left the unsatisfied mortally wounded.

So she did the unthinkable. Agnes, in her state of loneliness and nothingness, gave up her little boy, and begged her life of piety to take her back.